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Night, the hour of poets, on a windy street in the part of New York City where academe meets Harlem. Outside a nondescript building, a man calls to an acquaintance. The second replies, "Allen Ginsberg reading Howl? It's tempting, but . . ." He walks...
Ultimately, we conclude that in developing her outline for the nove, McCullough never fully defined her theme or her goals. We could have accepted her conception of the hospital base as a nondescript, cardboard background against which the characters of Ward X were meant to shine and attract our undivided attention. But in the course of the novel whe provides us with several extraneous alternative story lines. By the end, the novel has become only in part, the story of Honour Langtry, a 30-year-old nurse who has devoted her life to duty--"the indecent obsession." Langtry's sense...
...inside this quiet, nondescript office---seemingly cut off from the rest of the world-is the nerve-center of the entire University, from accounting to zoology, from Daniel Aaron to Rita Zusman. And, ironically, no staff spends more time on the phone then the dozen women who work in this office: Harvard's information operators...
...little respectful of the official looking velvet ropes. "You've got tv, and you've got movies and you've got records--but it's nice to have something that he actually touched, you know?" Something that was his." She's wearing a pair of nondescript blue jeans and a halter. She's in her late thirties. She hangs back in the crowd, which, as eight o'clock approaches, is well over three hundred. Everyone is meandering. There are Ford salesmen working the crowd. They jump like jackals when you drive up. They get ornery if you walk the other...
Reaching South of the Border via Rte. 74 from Charlotte--a backdoor route--meant missing most of the billboards. 74 starts out in suburban Charlotte, limping from stop light to stop light past shopping mall after shopping mall. Slowly it slips into nondescript country-side, the same scrubby hills that grow up beside most highways. Finally, it flattens and straightens past rolling fields, and a few flimsy shacks sag at every edge. Out of nowhere comes the I-95 interchange; turn on to the highway and suddenly the road is exactly the same as it is in northern Maine...