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...display he indicts chairs as uncomfortable and unhealthy, particularly the infant high chair ("a vicious, sado-pedagogic trap, as humiliating to a child as a leash is to a dog"). Elsewhere, he charts the sly history of the swing, which he describes in his book as "a pale copy of a onetime bold device for generating violent motion and emotion" of a sexual nature, mostly in women. He suggests that all forms of "bobbing mania," from lying in a hammock to tipping a rocking chair, may be "aquiver with racial memories of our arboreal ancestors swaying in a breeze...
...typical of Toomey that he explains more than he describes. He can be an amusing and sympathetic guide in this packaged tour de force, but readers who want true literary adventure should turn back to that great confabulator, Charles Kinbote, the deranged scholar-poet of Vladimir Nabokov's Pale Fire...
...movies and imploring the yeomen of Tennessee to switch off their Atwater Kent radios, take down that country fiddle from the wall and scrape out an Elizabethan air. Their best poet, John Crowe Ransom, magically evoked a land where larks' tongues are never stilled, "sunlight lies like pale spread straw" and ladies of "beauty and high degree" arrange jasmine in vases, as courtly gentlemen pace the veranda. "Turn your eyes to the immoderate past," Agrarian Allen Tate advised in his best poem, Ode to the Confederate Dead...
White Sand Bay public beach looks like a Bedouin encampment. The "bathers" huddle under white sheets held up on posts driven into the sand. In Taiwan, tanned skin is frowned upon; the ideal beauty is pale. If your skin is tan it means you have to work outdoors, farming or building. Even on the hottest days, workers stay covered from head to toe. Some car washers in Taipei wear detachable sleeves to keep their arms out of the sun; they remove them when they rest in the shade. So Alex and I are not surprised that many of the "bathers...
Looking sleepy, friendly and Englishman-pale alongside the beach-sunned office workers, Mark Knopfler, centrifugal force of Dire Straits, and bassist John Illsley are wandering the corridors of Warner Bros. Records in New York. They're on holiday from the making of Making Movies, their third album, recorded in a scant few weeks at Nassau's Compass Point studios. Coffee is thrust into their hands; radio stations phone incessantly, demanding over-the-phone interviews...