Word: overcoats
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Arkady Renko, the admirable outcast cop of Gorky Park, is a man of northern mists and bureaucratic permafrost. What's he doing in Havana? And why does he walk the streets sunk in gloom, a parody Russian, wearing that heavy overcoat? One question at a time: Havana because he's looking into the death of a colleague (the Cubans, fed up with Russians, want him to identify the body and scram--but no, Renko investigates); the sweltering coat because it is a last gift from his wife, dead of medical bungling in Moscow. The story is all amiable, well-told...
...reams of hate mail, much of which he read. He was a man possessed of integrity and kindness. Every day after lunch, JUSTICE HARRY BLACKMUN took a walk to clear his head. He went out alone, in his navy blue cardigan frayed at the sleeves and his old blue overcoat, walked around the block and, coming back to the Court, stopped to listen to the picketers who gathered daily to protest abortion, some carrying signs that accused him of mass murder. He had respect and compassion for them. They never noticed him, the small lean bespectacled man with gray hair...
...husband too. He's all I've got left." She shows you yellowed photographs of John, 39, and the shadows begin to recede, and then she shows you the Bible that gets her through the day. Barely 5 ft. tall, she slides into her overcoat and pauses to make the sign of the cross before a cardboard crucifix as she slips out the front door...
...Broadway, says he was thinking of events in Bosnia: Can the cycle of vengeance ever end? Yet he resists the urge to add modern complexities to this fiercely singleminded play. Enough to watch the talented Zoe Wanamaker as a very human, almost waifish Electra, buried in a gigantic overcoat, like the mantle of fate that impels this timeless play forward...
...Passages), who elicit a hundred now-isn't-that-the-truth moments. O'Faolain, a celebrated columnist at the Irish Times, is more than a female Frank McCourt. While she's no slouch at depicting old-sod poverty--sleeping with a scrap of sheet to keep her father's overcoat from scratching her chin and dreaming of a place to hang her ragged clothes--her real strength is in her close-to-the-bone rendering of the sadness lurking at the edges of every adult life. She understands how the most contented of us can still be overwhelmed unexpectedly...