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...Forst, Newsday's New York editor, explained that the war of the Trumps has riveted the media's attention "because it revolves around lust, power, money, sex. A man who was successful, who's written books or had books written for him, and now he's got a little mud on his shoes. People just...
Note the phrase "a little mud on his shoes," because it represents an attitude held by editors and reporters who should know better. They have created two standards in their newspapers and broadcasts: one for real news, in which "a little mud on somebody's shoes" is treated like a little mud, no more, no less, within the context of that person's life and work. Then there are the values of the gossip/celebrity press, a netherworld of journalism in | which flacks and hacks operate in a manner that would never be tolerated in the rest of the paper...
From Hollywood to local bookstores, Wall Street bashing is big business. In Barbarians at the Gate (Harper & Row; 528 pages; $22.95), authors Bryan Burrough of the Wall Street Journal and former Journal reporter John Helyar depict the RJR Nabisco fight as a mud-wrestling match in which all the participants come out grimy. Ross Johnson, the RJR Nabisco chief executive who launched the bidding for his own company and stood to make more than $100 million if he prevailed, is described as "a man who devoted his life to shaking things up" and an executive "loyal to little...
...clowns as Oliver Hardy and Jackie Gleason, anchored by a straight-from-the-heartland believability. After a sweetly engaging turn as a lovelorn Texan in David Byrne's True Stories, he literally burst onto the scene in the 1987 comedy Raising Arizona, playing an escaping convict who, drenched in mud, erupts from the ground with a roar. He shone again, and added new shadings, as an over-the-hill athlete reliving past glories in Everybody's All American...
Like more than half the traffic lights in Bucharest, this one on the busy corner of Boulevard Nicolae Balcescu is dead. In the freezing fog, sputtering Rumanian-made Dacia sedans are lurching every which way, horns honking. On the sidewalk, pedestrians slog through ankle-deep mud and slush past an armored personnel carrier, guarded by shivering young soldiers fingering the triggers of their Kalishnikov rifles. At a kiosk nearby, 50 customers jostle for the meager pile of Romania Libera newspapers. Two doors away, a line of more than 100 shoppers shuffles toward a butcher's counter offering only hamburger...