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...there are different strengths among the junior and senior tutors and Masters and interest in the students’ emotional well being,” Barreira said. “I think there is an interest in trying to standardize that so that it isn’t so random...
...know these types. But what I realized was more astonishing about section-centric conversations, rather than the inevitable appearance of these nameless prototypical characters, is the number of real-life acquaintances that seem to pop up again and again. Section is, after all, a random conglomerate of students culled from different places who share only a free time slot on Tuesdays at 3 p.m. in common, and yet it isn’t just the stereotypes that remain a constant from one person’s section rollcall to the next. Sure, I don’t really know that...
...David Lynch--perfect Michigan suburb in the mid-1990s. A loner and a compulsive tinkerer, Hahn somehow got it into his head in high school to build a nuclear reactor in his mom's potting shed, and damn if he didn't come close. In The Radioactive Boy Scout (Random House; 209 pages), Ken Silverstein describes how Hahn extracted radioactive elements from household objects--americium from smoke detectors, thorium from Coleman lanterns, deadly radium from the glow-in-the-dark paint used on the hands of vintage clocks. For sheer improvisational ingenuity, Hahn makes MacGyver look like Jessica Simpson. When...
...mention of Caruso isn't random. Anthony was born in New Orleans into a working-class family of Sicilian immigrants whose name, as it happens, was Caruso. At 22, with a music degree from Loyola University and a smattering of experience with regional companies, he tried out for the Met's Auditions of the Air, billing himself as Charles Anthony Caruso. He won the auditions but lost the name: the Met's then general manager Rudolf Bing convinced him that it would be prudent not to invite comparisons with the legendary tenor...
...mother did live to see me win the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1993. But she participated even more fully in my earlier success. When I started getting notices for my fiction while I was still an editor at Random House, she became the keeper of all clippings, boasted about "my daughter, the writer" and gladly obliged inquiring journalists. It was a mother-proud thing...