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...each in the process of becoming finally, completely estranged his father. In "Wheels," the narrator leaves, free and alone; "Gold Watch" ends with the narrator outside his father's house as the lights go out, newly married and happy in it. In each story, time continues exorably, and the prose carries the reader along effortlessly almost to the place that escapes us while engaged in the business of living. where time is moving. In telling stories, Mr. McGahern lets us think we can see time, or love, or pain, or life, even if all we may really...
...Elvis, 1981) and John Lennon (The Lives of John Lennon, 1988). No one would call these biographies "appreciations": the sordid side of his subjects -- from Presley's addictions and gluttony to Lennon's appetite for violence and sex -- fascinated Goldman. All of it was served up in high- voltage prose. Goldman was at work on a biography of rocker Jim Morrison at the time of his death...
Satirists welcomed the decision, which should aid not only musical lampoonists but also those who work in prose, video and the visual arts. So did rap artists, some of whom, embroiled in controversies regarding obscenity and violence, worry about the racial evenhandedness of the American justice system. Says Courtney Branch, producer of the top-selling acts D.J. Quik and Mad Flava: "I was skeptical of the Supreme Court at first. But I would say to Souter that I thank him for being able to look past the color line to the art and musicians' freedom to say what they would...
Chernin's eloquent and passionate prose is divided into four main sections, beginning with a recount of her arrival and establishment at the kibbutz. In the beginning, the narrator, "I, looks back on Kim Chernin en route to Araht, in a resort town near the Sea of Galilee, in a tone replete of distaste. "If I could like that Chernin, that woman I was twenty years ago, if it were easy, there wouldn't be this gap that has grown between us. There would be an enduring I, a continuity. Something must have happened along the way, a wrenching more...
Committed, if misguided, young writers can spend days crafting a single lapidary phrase, convinced that on a good day their prose is Joycean, on a bad day Hemingwayesque...