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...produced automobiles, Motown assembled the soul and pop classics that changed America. There's no hyperbole in that statement. Arriving at the height of the civil rights movement, Motown was a black-owned, black-centered business that gave white America something they just could not get enough of - joyous, sad, romantic, mad, groovin', movin' music. (See an audio slideshow of five of Motown's best tunes...
...Girl," "Baby Love," "Reach Out, I'll Be There," "I Can't Help Myself," "Get Ready," "Stop! In the Name of Love," "The Way You Do the Things You Do," and so on. They were simple love songs that told simple stories, often in joyously happy or heartbreakingly sad ways. And all the while Motown was the pride of Detroit and the pride of black America (though Gordy tried, with his usual bluster, to make it the "Sound of Young America," a label he began to stamp on all of the company's vinyl...
...snob and very critical of everything I see, but I thought Speed Racer was simply brilliant entertainment from top to bottom. It's been at least a decade since I've seen a movie more than once in the theater, but I saw Speed Racer three times. It was sad to see it flop and be critically savaged, but I appreciate your adding it to the "Top 10 Movies" of 2008. Denny Zartman, Atlanta...
...struggle has intensified between Israel and Gaza, a sad cliché about the Middle East once again seems true--that the more things change, the more they tragically stay the same. In our 1948 cover story on the Israeli victory and its hero, David Ben-Gurion, we wrote that it was "time to stop pondering the settled question of whether there would be a Jewish state, time to start asking what kind of nation Israel...
...clinching his fists and yelling "Yes!" (given that he advises several times to take advantage of unforeseen opportunities, it's probably the latter). Full of real-estate developers, venture capitalists and tech mavens, Rich Like Them fills the reader first with a sense of schadenfreude. After that passes, a sad-ish feeling of, "I wonder what happened to all those rich folk" settles in. Do they still have those nice houses whose doors D'Agostino knocked on, whose foyers he walked into, whose waterfront views he reveled in? What has happened to those people? That's a book waiting...