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...Woods typifies the theatre of David Mamet, taking us into the depths of postmodern relational angst. Cristopher Scully's Leverett House production presents the emotional isolation of a man and a woman whose love affair becomes destructive at worst, tenuous at best...

Author: By Vineeta Vijayaraghavan, | Title: Lost in Mamet's Woods | 12/13/1991 | See Source »

...event: the Inn at Harvard, so assertively obnoxious that the new Busch-Reisinger looks Gropius-like by comparison. A regular Bulkie Roll of a building with fake balconies and window frames, it spreads to fill a once-welcome open space. It is embellished with triangles, half-moons and every postmodern cliche except dollar signs...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Harvard's Architecture Is Busch-League | 11/6/1991 | See Source »

...best. Seven close games would offer a shiny showcase for two nicely matched teams that took a steep new route to the top. After a decade or so of balky, highly paid superstars, the Twins and Braves built their franchises on has-beens and gonna-bes. Call it postmodern baseball...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Last Shall Be First | 10/28/1991 | See Source »

...baseball, as in other businesses, two cardinal rules apply: be smart and be lucky. The postmodern era adds: but first you must be inept. If a franchise is bad enough long enough, it gets to draft some good young talent (as the Braves did with Steve Avery, David Justice and John Smoltz). Then, if it is canny, it will trade one pricey player for two or three prospects (as the Twins did last year, losing Frank Viola to the Mets and gaining three blossoming pitchers in return). Finally, if fortune is kind, the team will find a few middle-income...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Last Shall Be First | 10/28/1991 | See Source »

Here's a better way to think about it: Imagine if the Cleavers, the Bradys and the Bunkers were tossed raw into an oversized postmodern blender. Now imagine that Roseanne Barr drinks the chunky concoction and vomits into a family-shaped jello mold. Chill and serve Sundays at 9. Voila! May I present...the Bundys...

Author: By Brian R. Hecht, | Title: Rosanne's Vomit | 10/9/1991 | See Source »

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