Word: putrid
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Residents of West Virginia's Kanawha Valley complain about the putrid smell that sometimes hangs over the area, comparing it to the odor of dead rats and rotten cabbage. But to many locals the sulfurous aromas spewing from a dozen plants spread along a 30-mile section known locally as Chemical Valley are still "the smell of meat and potatoes." That is because these factories pay the wages of 10,000 people in a state that suffers the highest unemployment rate in the nation (16%). Says Bob Harbert, 36, a cab driver in Nitro, W. Va. (named...
...someone tried to pry the plaque off the wall. The plate itself no longer lies secure against the building's exterior. Long ago, the metal turned putrid green...
...felt sick Beautiful. There was fire on three sides with only the stretch straight down to the on can still clear. A row of homes on the beach were ablaze and the towering flames reflecting off the water had given the ocean a hellish glow. A blanket of putrid smoke obscured the moon, but the roaring inferno and glaring searchlights of the firefighters lit the coast five miles away. I knew that when the fire finally went out. It would leave a great scorched scar across the landscape...
...ocean floor, helping to rid local beaches of a thick, gooey carpet of tar that washes up daily. Says County Supervisor William Wallace: "If your dog got loose and went down to the beach, it would take you an hour to clean his feet." Still worse, the putrid smell of hydrogen sulfide often hangs over the area like vapor from a truckload of rotten eggs. The culprit is not a leaking oil well, but nature. The ocean floor is spilling large quantities of oil and natural gas through fissures that geoloists call seeps. Says Petroleum Geologist Robert Gaal...
...back with his second potboiler. Everyone knows that a second novel is by definition worse than a first novel. Since The Cardinal Sins was a cheap, tawdry, trashy, sleazy book, you can imagine how bad Andrew Greeley's new novel, Thy Brother's Wife, is. A putrid, puerile, prurient, pulpy potboiler...