Word: passion
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...wilderness; it is essentially romantic. As Szarkowski has observed, "Adams' pictures are perhaps anachronisms. They are perhaps the last confident and deeply felt pictures of their tradition . . . It does not seem likely that a photographer of the future will be able to bring to the heroic wild landscape the passion, trust and belief that Adams has brought...
DIED. James T. Parrell, 75, novelist who wrote the 1930s classic Studs Lonigan trilogy; of a heart attack; in New York City. As a scrappy, street-smart youth on the South Side of Chicago, Farrell acquired a passion for baseball ("my longest and most faithful love") and an equally durable horror of what he called the "spiritual poverty" of the working-class Irish "with their sad history and their great dreams that collided with the facts of American life." After dabbling in Marxism and liberal arts at the University of Chicago, Farrell chose to escape spiritual poverty by writing about...
...location: "You follow an obsession. It leads you somewhere. If you make an honest film, the audience will relate to the people who live and die in that film. Your obsession has nothing to do with it." More simply, he explains: "You make a movie with as much passion as you can bring to it-and people respond...
Supporters of aid argue with passion that the U.S. cannot afford the failure of a company that is the nation's tenth largest manufacturer, its biggest builder of military tanks and one of only three major domestic competitors in its supremely important automotive industry. A Congressional Budget Office study concluded last week that a complete Chrysler shutdown would cost 360,000 workers their jobs immediately, and that ripple effects throughout the economy could throw an equal number out of work...
...White Album is mellower than Slouching Towards Bethlehem. Didion ranges more widely. A libertarian with a trace of Goldwater in her, an individualistic Westerner, Didion writes witheringly of bureaucrats who would tie up the Santa Monica Freeway (an eccentric passion of the woman in the yellow Corvette) by installing the restrictive "Diamond Lane." Didion, a sometime screenwriter, gives a wonderful insider's analysis of Hollywood as "the last extant stable society." She dismisses the women's movement with some hauteur: "To those of us who remain committed mainly to the ex ploration of moral distinctions and ambiguities...