Word: objectness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Dickens' feeling of being let down by his mother was the first of several jolts to his self-indulgent idealization of women. At 21 he tried to place a girl named Maria Beadnell in the role of an angelic object of worship. She ended by jilting him. Later he cast his wife-the bland, slightly perplexed daughter of one of his former editors-as the traditional loyal helpmeet. She seems to have ended by boring him. The result was that in his fiction he was never able to display a fully rounded view of women. Even his most memorable...
...Senator Joseph McCarthy, the diplomatic corps was infested with Communists who should be hounded out of public life; to John F. Kennedy, the Department of State was a "bowl of jelly." To the American public and to Congress, State has often been an object of scorn, the refuge of striped-pants snobs devoted to balancing teacups. Last week the department looked at itself and concurred with many of the less shrill opinions of its longtime critics. It was a self-examination as candid as has ever emerged from the federal bureaucracy...
...incompatible with the rights of women, and that it is the children, being the less important of the two, who must be sacrificed." Liberationists writing about children remind her of Playboy authors writing about women: "There is the same condescension and tendency to see the child as an object rather than as a person...
...Harbor in Normandy, 1909, is not achieved through light-and-shade modeling, still less by perspective; instead, each form begins to buckle into planes and projections, and every shape is evenly compressed against the eye. Even space, which in Renaissance tradition was basically a void, becomes an object, blue and dense and faceted...
Tuesday Weld is an understandably desirable love object, a genuine Lolita, but she can make little sense of her rather muddy character. Ralph Meeker, as the ruthless moonshiner, is all sinister smiles and barely repressed violence. The music, sung by Johnny Cash, is slick and unemotional. The main flaw is that the love affair between Alma and the sheriff lacks the qualities of desperation and frustration that would make it convincing. Alvin Sargent's script does not help matters much with such ritual movie Southernisms as "Eat your beans, Grandpa" and "Would you like a Dr Pepper?" Peck succeeds...