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...exactly is to be considered-the learned scholar stocked deep with information about "irony" and "metaphor," or the still deeper mind, which has confronted Kafka alone in a private dark, and which Kafka has confronted in turn? "How does one say that [D.H.] Lawrence is right in his great rage against the modern emotions, unless one speaks from the intimacies of one's own feelings, and one's own sense of life, and one's own worked-for way of being?" asked Lionel Trilling. The testimony is always personal. Behind the spectacles and the fuzzy coat...
...especially lucky to have Duvall as his star. Duvall's aging face, a road map of dead ends and dry gulches, can accommodate rage or innocence or any ironic shade in between. As Mac he avoids both melodrama and condescension, finding climaxes in each small step toward rehabilitation, each new responsibility shouldered. With a lot of help from his friends, Duvall makes Tender Mercies the best American movie of the new year...
...1970s vans were the rage. Thousands of small businesses bought them to haul supplies and make deliveries. A new breed of nomads outlined them with beds, bars, and stereos, making them into miniature mobile homes. Because vans burn a lot of gas, sales fell by about 60% after the cost of oil surged in 1979, but they are rising again now that the prices at the pump are falling.A major selling point for the Voyager/Caravan will be the 39 m.p.g. it gets on the highway, compared with 25 m.p.g. for a standard...
...every night for a month. The women alternated in sharing Tarnower's bed and left their belongings in his bathroom. Harris repeatedly tossed out Tryforos' curlers. A favorite dress of Harris' was found smeared with excrement. Harris whined and wheedled as her feelings fluctuated between jealous rage and obsessive dependence. By the time she entered the doctor's bedroom for the last time, a gun in one hand and a bunch of flowers in the other, she had truly descended into what Yeats called "the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart...
...mouth, and tears, as a soldier whose trench mate dies in his arms. The man loves symbols. He slides his hands across his face, as if trying on masks. His expression changes quickly, precisely, but never subtly: it is a childlike grin, or a petulant frown, or a quivering rage. In another moment, the man is a sculptor, chiseling a massive imaginary block until it becomes a miniature, a fragment, then dust. Slow fade, then, to emphasize that this is a self-conscious metaphor for the man's own meticulous, minimal art. -By William A. Henry...