Word: prose
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Their backs are as colorful as a political rally; the stats are printed in color and go back as far as Fleer's cards do. And the prose underneath gives you the smell of a pennant. Of the Oriole's Eddie Murray, Score pontificates, "Eddie is a remarkable power hitter who crushes the ball equally well from both sides of the plate. In 1987, he bounced back from his '86 power shortage with his accustomed big bundle of homers and RBIs." Shakes peare pales...
...critical work is on a level with that of George Bernard Shaw and Kenneth Tynan. "What makes a critic great is the quality of his thought, and the quality of his style. No one comes close to Brustein in either area. He is a great master of English prose," he said...
This time, the setting is a satellite TV network where Anchorwoman Christy Colleran (Kathleen Turner) is the best newsman in town. Screenwriter Jonathan Reynolds needn't change much else. Even with their pampered hair and fractured prose, these journalists can be as rapacious and fallacious as the old guys. Just watch the media line up avidly for the first televised electrocution, then blow the story when the warden blows a fuse. What you won't see here is the daft equipoise Howard Hawks brought to His Girl Friday. The new film's director, Ted Kotcheff, is content to push everybody...
Gromyko's mostly leaden prose flutters when he describes a 1959 encounter with Marilyn Monroe at a Hollywood reception. "She was considered the embodiment of womanhood in the '60s," writes Gromyko. The star-struck diplomat sounds almost breathless when he recounts that Monroe "sat at a table across from us, literally five meters away." He adds, "As I was leaving, she suddenly called out, 'Mr. Gromyko, how are you?' She said it as if we were old friends." Gromyko dwells at length on Monroe's 1962 suicide, speculating that she was murdered by U.S. Government agents because of her supposed...
...Hynes' own definition, what he and his cohorts lived through was unique to them. He also makes good on his promise to tell his story as he remembers it and "not to impose upon it the revisionary wisdom of age." But his prose betrays a mature intelligence. It is deceptively simple and consistently enchanting. Here is a pilot's view of Santa Barbara: "In the autumn the fogs were frequent, and moved in very quickly, as though the earth were pulling a blanket up to its chin in preparation for a cold night." Thanks to many such moments, Flights...