Word: novelized
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Laboratory, knew something was amiss when one of the computers in his care revealed that an electronic trespasser was trying to use the lab's machines without providing a billing address. Suspecting the intruder might be a student prankster from the nearby University of California campus, Stoll launched a novel experiment. Instead of shutting out the interloper, he allowed him to roam at will through the system while carefully recording his every keystroke...
...medical emergencies. In particular, it suggests that the howling storm from which Lear never recovers can best be understood as an internal event, perhaps a stroke. Nurses may object to the image of one of their number (Jeffrey Bihr) ignoring a patient while reading what seems to be a novel that tells the story of Lear and cackling at the gruesome bits. But the scene evokes the actual emotional distance between dying patients and the medical professionals attending them. If Lear (Tom Hewitt) is tumbled into a laundry cart, many another patient has felt similarly objectified...
Good idea, thinks playwright Caryl Churchill, and presto change-o, in act two, the characters, having aged only 25 years, find themselves as 1980s yuppies. How novel. The difference is that since sexual repression--compared to today's morality---is a thing of the past, the first act's primary source of humor is gone. (The characters are still sexually confused, like effeminate homosexual Edward, who discovers he likes women and comes up with the laughable line, "I think I'm a lesbian.") Without the humor, Act Two becomes deadly serious and agonizingly ponderous...
...author maintains the same work schedule he has followed for a quarter-century: "I set targets, at least 800 words a day." The Day of Creation proved especially challenging and exhausting: "For a year and a half that river was roaring through my head." Ballard believes the novel flowed naturally out of Empire of the Sun, from his memories of the "huge riverine world of Shanghai," where he grew up as the son of a chemist employed by a British textile company. Writing about that period in his life "opened a lot of interior doors and windows. I remember Shanghai...
...love-love thing." And now it's time for Hollywood's last moguls to love Bertolucci right back. Columbia might begin with a wider American release for the film and follow up the gesture by financing the director's dream project, an adaptation of Dashiell Hammett's novel Red Harvest. Surely Bertolucci, among all recent Oscar winners, deserves to see that goldplate turned into box-office gold...