Word: mirrored
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...probably not insane," muses Fowles. "Or if she is, it's a fruitful kind of insanity." Mad or just modern, it hardly matters, for Sarah is above all an actress. In one of the film's most powerful scenes, we find Sarah in her room, at her mirror. One hand clutches her shawl, the other furiously sketches self-portraits-anguished cartoons of the madwoman of Lyme Regis. They could be rough drafts for an asylumed future, or rehearsals for her climactic meeting with Charles, but they are certainly the carefully fevered preparations an actress makes...
...Reisz equivalent of Fowles' unhappy ending: a "wrap party" to celebrate the film's completion. Mike cannot bear the prospect of losing Anna. Where can she be? She is in the room where the final period sequence was shot, examining herself in one of Sarah's mirrors. But Anna engages in no searching of soul or image-just a glance and a primp and she's off. Mike reaches the room as the car motor's rev signals Anna's departure. He calls out for her: "Sarah!" It is too late. Mike, the modern...
...roots of the competition in Dallas (pop. 904,000) can be traced back to 1970, when the second-place Times Herald was acquired by the Times Mirror Co., which counts the Los Angeles Times, Long Island's Newsday and the Denver Post among its string of highly rated papers. The new owners started pumping in money and recruiting new blood from top papers across the country. In 1975 Executive Editor Kenneth Johnson, now 47, a tough West Virginian given to chainsmoking and chewing out reporters, was hired from his job as vice president at the Washington Post to revitalize...
...responding to my voice was what sounded like the utter demolishment of the Biergarten. I pelted down there, through a crunchy dust of Uttered ashtrays. This was a primate sort of destruction, for sure; a vandalism of a shocking, human type. They had shattered the one-time funhouse mirror; chunks of it lay all over the Biergarten terrace. I kept looking down at my puzzlework reflection, looming over myself...
Broadway Columnist Mark Hellinger got him a reporter's job at Hearst's Mirror and taught him to write short sentences that tugged at the heartstrings. Bishop tugged away off and on for twelve years at the Mirror, drifted through jobs as a ghost writer for Hellinger, became an editor at Collier's and ended up as a freelancer, mired in drink, depression and debt...