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Fossey learned to move among the mountain gorillas like an out-of-town cousin and got even closer when she discovered they enjoy being tickled. Such proximity yielded intimate details. Individual animals can readily be identified by their noses; no two have the same shape. Silver backs exude two distinct odors. One smells like a human locker room. The other, a pungent fear scent, is released by glands in the armpit. From the author's descriptions, family life resembles a picnic on the grass. Hulks shamble off to nibble vegetation or lie about contemplating their toes. "Naoom, naoom...
Greenfield is something of a tape recorder himself, registering every inflection and hypocrisy. Paulie mimics an indulgent father: "Clothes? Certainly, darling. A nice, expensive, out-of-town college? Name one, sweetheart, and I'll get you right in. A diaphragm? Of course, precious. I'll ask your mother to pick one up for you on the avenue while she's out shopping." Greenfield's oscillation between third and first person is singular without being wholly successful, but he manages that most difficult recipe: a blend of acrimony, humor, regret and hope. Soothing...
...rest of the '30s. As many as 200 people a year were legally executed, more than ever before or since in the U.S. During the '30s, and even through the '50s, executions were so routine that they merited at most a paragraph or two in out-of-town newspapers...
...were hiding in a New York City hotel room. From there, Lewis mailed letters to the Chicago Tribune to deny any connection to the killings. Investigators, hoping that Lewis was regularly scanning the Tribune to see if his letters were being published, staked out Manhattan's out-of-town newsstands. Then they blanketed city libraries that subscribed to the newspaper with posters like the one seen by Librarian Alexis...
Huddled in the dark with his sketchbook and his Venus HB pencil at a thousand out-of-town tryouts, Al Hirschfeld has deftly cartooned the casts of Broadway-bound plays for the Sunday New York Times since 1925. And with his distinctive, fine-lined style, Hirschfeld continues to be the foremost practitioner of his trade, a long-lived original with nary a successor in sight. Turning 80 next June, he will be the subject of a number of planned retrospectives, including a major show next spring at Harvard's Fogg Art Museum. Despite all his years on the aisle...