Word: pallidity
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Osborn Elliott became editor of Newsweek in 1961 and set about transforming what was then a pallid copy of TIME into a feisty, prosperous competitor. "Oz" Elliott, now 55 and dean of Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism, tells how he did it and how much fun he had along the way. He rose above his humble beginnings (St. Paul's, Harvard, old money and a family friend, Builder-Bureaucrat Robert Moses, who got him a first job on the New York Journal of Commerce) to become business editor at Newsweek in 1955. He and Colleague...
Deflating as these anticlimaxes are, they still do not alter the achievement of what has gone before. The early scenes, which unfold in the green hills and gaslit haunts of a dusky rural mining town, are full of flavor and native humor. When the pallid, naive Loretta marries an Army veteran of 19 (Tommy Lee Jones) and moves with him to Washington State to raise a family, the couple's first ignorant encounters with sex and the outside world are conveyed with tender humor rather than condescension. When Loretta gets her first guitar and starts to pick and sing...
...grain industry, which has long been one of the wonders of the world. A century ago, when the enormous fields of the West were first being sown, Frank Norris marveled at the richness of the wheat crop: "There it lay, a vast silent ocean, shimmering a pallid green under the moon and under the stars; a mighty force, the strength of nations, the life of the world. There in the night, under the dome of the sky, it was growing ..." In the decades since, production has doubled and redoubled until today the U.S. grows almost half of all the world...
...picked up the less desirable traits of the late 19th century romantics from her years of classical training. Her piano style is heavy-handed, unsubtle and flashy. She alternates booming chords organized in the most predictable of charts, with grandiose runs up and down the keyboard which sound like pallid attempts to imitate Keith Jarret's flourishes. The arrangements do nothing to cover for Hubgaucheries. To evoke Arabia, Hubbard gives us Bedouin ritual music, calling up wailing strings. For a picture of Siberian wilderness, we hear martial strains reminiscent of the Dr. Zhivago score, followed by a short bouzouki solo...
...pale colors in the portrait of Kissinger on the cover make him look pallid and sickly. You probably chose it thinking the glum look appropriate to the gravity of his memoirs...