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...back to win the seventh game of the series 3-2. While surprisingly there was no violence, vandalism or arrests in raucous New York City after the final, the scene turned ugly in supposedly more civil Vancouver as an unruly crowd of 50,000 rioted for four hours. The mob looted shops, smashed windows and launched rocks, bricks and bottles at police, who used tear gas to restore order...
...organized crime is deeply involved in the illicit reselling of tickets. When a $25 ticket can ultimately sell for $500, the difference amounts to a large chunk of untraceable cash -- a phrase that is pure music to a mobster's ears. Police sources told Time last week that the Mob runs some scalping operations in New York and other large cities. Blocks of tickets earmarked by performers for charities such as impoverished youth groups, for example, are instead often delivered to Mafia operatives and end up in the hands of upper-middle-class fans, who can then brag that they...
Kingston has complained that critics, while generous, misread her work as being about China rather than America. Berkeley Rep artistic director Sharon Ott, the latest in a mob of adapters who have spent nearly two decades trying to find a dramatic idiom for Kingston's work, calls the central character "a troubled, gifted, 12-year-old American girl trapped in a petite Chinese body...
...justifying mother Marguerite. Although she created a monster, she blames everyone else; in this through-the-looking-glass world, she may have a case. Rick Snyder's Jack Ruby is a guileless goof, jitterbugging with nervous / vacuity, forever asking the strippers at his nightclub if he is effeminate. A Mob intermediary tells him he will be a hero if he kills Oswald. He is, instead, another dupe. Malkovich rightly considers this an unfinished work. It is full of intriguing moments, but it is more confusing than revelatory...
...does the heart good to report one of life's little constants: he still won't speak. With basically one exception, McCarthy has never drummed for himself. The exception came with the publication of Horses two years ago. At the time McCarthy was 58 and unknown outside a small mob of readers, quite a few of them critics, English professors or writers, who thought he was God. Being God didn't pay spit, though, and after five books and 30 years, McCarthy had his first agent, Amanda Urban, and a new editor, Gary Fisketjon, two of publishing's more glamorous...