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...Cubism of Picasso and Braque had been of little interest to him. But by 1914 Beckmann was a medical orderly in the trenches of Flanders. The Belgian front, where he suffered a severe nervous breakdown, would show him fractured form with a vengeance. Especially after the raw meat and blasted earth of the trenches, why care how you broke up goblets and cafe tables? Similarly, the Expressionist and Symbolist art of the prewar era, with its yearning toward transcendence, seemed now like an evasion of the duty to show the age its true, terrifying face...
...farms everywhere from Kentucky's Daniel Boone National Forest to California's Sequoia National Park, last week's bust was a first. A hiker had discovered 40,000 lavender-hued opium poppies growing in the Sierra National Forest, south of Yosemite. The plants, enough to yield 40 lbs. of raw opium, were in a clearing on a 3,000-ft.-high slope scorched by a forest fire two years ago. When law-enforcement officers burst onto the scene, three men in camouflage outfits were scoring the poppy pods and squeezing out the brown juice. They fled into the woods...
...lungs damaged. Rawand Ratrout, a Palestinian anesthesiologist, inserted intravenous drips into the girl's smoke-blackened arm. She ordered a nurse to inject the patient with a muscle relaxant while the technician, Mohammed Assaly, checked the girl's ventilator, careful not to touch her face, which was burned raw and bloody. "I always imagine what would happen if I were this victim," says Ratrout. In this case, that required more imagination than usual. The young patient was not a Palestinian...
...pretty: it lacks the messiness of reality, and as a result it feels smaller than life, like a nifty short story spun out to feature length, a tragedy staged in a shoebox. It's the difference between cute and beautiful. What The Dogs of Babel lacks is the raw, sobbing rage that powered The Lovely Bones, that left it with ragged edges, that made it howl and that made it great--and that left readers, reviewers and editors alike blinking back shocked tears, shaking our heads and wondering, How the hell did she do that? --By Lev Grossman
...shot. It was only after his tragic death, upon seeing the film Imagine, that I realized just how deep and genuine their love for each other was. I don't think the world knew how to embrace true soul mates. John's love for Yoko was naked and raw, and we turned away out of ignorance. We were unhappy that John didn't fit the mold of what we thought his life should be, and we wrongly projected our anger at Yoko for interfering with our idolization of him. How petty we all were! Yet how very heartening to read...