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...nearly grown children, drug-frazzled Kirsten and lard-witted Owen, vow to wreak vengeance on their gorgeous mother Isabel, and their father's best friend from boyhood, whom they take to be the killers. Here, as elsewhere, the author has far more energy than her characters, who sag into torpor when she busies herself with other scenes and lurch groggily back into motion when she summons them again...
...starts out in suburban Charlotte, limping from stop light to stop light past shopping mall after shopping mall. Slowly it slips into nondescript country-side, the same scrubby hills that grow up beside most highways. Finally, it flattens and straightens past rolling fields, and a few flimsy shacks sag at every edge. Out of nowhere comes the I-95 interchange; turn on to the highway and suddenly the road is exactly the same as it is in northern Maine and Southern Florida and everywhere in between, a flat-out strip between nothing. Nothing except South of the Border. I took...
DIED. Nelson Algren, 72, novelist and short-story writer who portrayed galleries of drifters, derelicts and drug addicts in The Man with the Golden Arm (1949) and A Walk on the Wild Side (1956); of a heart attack; in Sag Harbor, N.Y. A 1931 journalism graduate of the University of Illinois, he spent a few years wandering through the South and Midwest, meeting the losers and misfits who would later inhabit his fiction. A tireless traveler and avid gambler, Algren was a genial loner who spoke in the language of his working-class roots. He once warned, "Never...
...mandatory limit of 1.6 million cars annually (almost 1.9 million Japanese cars were sold in the U.S. last year). A dedicated believer in free trade, Reagan may soon find himself in a nasty squabble with Congressmen from big auto-industry states, especially if domestic car sales continue to sag...
They are not, in any sense, portraits of Beautiful People. Every wrinkle, bulge and sag in their flesh is colossally magnified: a face 9 ft. high is no longer a face but a wall of imperfections that mock the convention of "good looks." The face is always seen head on, like a mug shot or a passport photo; yet it is blown up to the size of some staring mosaic Pantocrator on a Byzantine a pse. These are, of course, the portraits by Chuck Close-familiar items in the art of the 1970s-now gathered in a retrospective of Close...