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...Campus Homosexuals, a book inspired by a story uncovered by an intrepid reporter for The Crimson, the university once carried out active purges of its LGBT members. Those from the classes of 1970 and before, who attended Harvard pre-Stonewall—Stonewall being the 1969 New York riot which moved the modern LGBT rights movement towards a strategy based on widespread “coming out”—lived on a campus that probably had a climate more akin to that of 1920 than that of today...
...said, using a nickname he had dropped after the earliest days of their marriage, “Feefs, we can go back again. He’s not there any more.”There was a brief pause. Husband and wife stared absently at the flower beds, their riot of color held back within borders.“Where is the Stable Boy?” Frederick was thinking. And Felicity, “The Stable Boy--where is he?”But when the moment passed Felicity simply repeated, “This is our home...
...were to hear a song with a line like, “You’re never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze,” you wouldn’t need to know that it’s from a song called “Teenage Riot,” by a band called Sonic Youth.It seems to follow that we—that is me, you, and everyone we know—are keyed into this cultural endemism in large part because people—a lot of people—bothered to make art about...
Sure, here are a few: In Sydney, Australia, a riot was sparked one summer day in 2004 by the rumor that an aboriginal boy on a bicycle had been chased by police and died after he was tragically impaled on a spiked fence; the rumor incited a group of 200 youths to throw home-made explosives at police, 40 of whom were injured in the melee. The late Saddam Hussein regularly spread rumors to discourage resistance to his dictatorship. In light of this, rumors that he possessed weapons of mass destruction may ironically have first originated from Hussein himself...
...head shaved as a cancer patient, deftly underplays her function of providing the poignant feminine touch. But by the the movie's climax, which discards the standard sibling shootout for bare-knuckles barroom machismo, and throws in the instant insanity of a secondary character that nearly stokes a race riot, Pride and Glory has waived all rights to a dispassionate verdict. It's glum and goofy enough make to We Own the Night, the requisite serioso cop drama from last year's festival circuit, seem a masterpiece by comparison...