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...wonders of Olympic basketball. Except these guys aren't playing hoops. They're going for gold in team handball, a popular game throughout Europe and, to a lesser extent, American gym classes. But handball is the only sport in which the Americans don't have a single Olympian. (Rhythmic gymnastics - you know, the one with the ribbons and balls - also has no Yank participant. But since it's an event within gymnastics, it doesn't count as its own Olympic sport...
...calamities that strike Hermann's characters might be outtakes from the Book of Job, but she renders them with an emotional acuity that makes them believable. And though the shifts in perspective that frame the novel may seem gimmicky, the rhythmic quality of the prose never falters. As for the bleak title, it will surprise the reader to find that, for Ruby at least, there is a cure for grief. It is hard won, yes--but, in Hermann's telling, it's worth the winning...
...later 1960s Twombly's layered scribbles became more regular, filling the picture with rhythmic webs. Working in that manner he produced a series of exquisite paintings dedicated to Nini Pirandello, a friend who had died. Oscillating in a thin wash of pigment, his lines have an elegiac feel, one of fading sensations and of words attempted but never arrived...
...black forms -- the circle and a bow tie, or diabolo -- which overlap and dance in deep space in swarms, with uncanny and magical precision, alternating with other signs from his repertoire: eye, face, star, vagina, hairs, moon, bird. They are defined and linked by a wonderfully stringent and rhythmic play of black lines. These virtually define Miro's vision of cosmic unity, and they are a pictorial feat of the highest order. You can imagine Miro's Gothic ancestors nodding in approval at such miniatures. Their concentrated energy seems to have carried the artist along for another decade. But though...
...enjoying a resurgence. In March, PBS broadcast a special for which he fronted a band and sailed through such signature tunes as Let's Dance, Stealin' Apples and King Porter Stomp. The years had not diminished him much. There was the same smooth finger work, the same rhythmic assurance, the same heady, insistent, sweet tone that could cut through the thickest arrangements and roughest riffs. ''I just don't think I ever lost my enthusiasm for music,'' he said, but he did not have to put it into words. His real voice was his clarinet, which proclaimed his unmistakable passion...