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...face it. The Olympics have finally spun out of control. Think not? Then take the following quiz: Who was the gold-medal winner in Rhythmic Gymnastics? What is Rhythmic Gymnastics? Name the horse Australian Matthew Ryan rode to victory in the Three-Day Equestrian Event. Who was the Single Worldwide Food Sponsor of the Games...
...exalted "Hodori Level of Olympic Achievement." This allows you to pose for a picture (taken by the official camera loaded with the official film) next to Hodori, who, you will recall, is the former official Olympic mascot from Seoul. Two out of four means you are either a rhythmic gymnast or the parent of one. My condolences. Just so everyone can get an answer right, the name of the gold-medal-winning horse from Down Under is Kibah Tic Toc. Really...
Raves mirror the national disenchantment with the traditional, the conventional, the status quo -- whether in politics or pop music. Their appeal lies in their quirky spontaneity and vaults of rhythmic rapture. By singing the body electric in a blizzard of refracted light and pumped-up sound, ravers embrace a collective catharsis -- and sometimes one another -- in a cuddly bear...
...obvious. Ethel Merman trumpets Blow, Gabriel, Blow; Fred Astaire croons Night and Day; and Mary Martin purrs her way through My Heart Belongs to Daddy. But more interesting are the unexpected matches and offbeat finds. Marion Harris, a now forgotten star, strikes a provocative balance of plaintive charm and rhythmic sophistication in a 1930 recording of You Do Something to Me. For Miss Otis Regrets, Ethel Waters' well-known version is bypassed in favor of one by blues singer Alberta Hunter because, as album editor Dwight Blocker Bowers notes, she gives this uniquely bitter nonsense song "Porter's sassy spirit...
WRITING IS A SIMPLE, RHYTHMIC EXERcise, like hitting a major-league curve ball, and sometimes you go 0 for June. The usually peerless Larry McMurtry, author of Lonesome Dove and The Last Picture Show, two funny, sad, marvelously human novels about the Southwest, misses badly with THE EVENING STAR (Simon & Schuster; $23). The new novel, a sequel to Terms of Endearment, is big, flabby and aimless. It picks up Terms' Aurora Greenway in her 70s and deals lengthily with the impotence of her 80-year-old lover, who has taken to exposing himself. There's more, equally jokey and unfunny...