Word: sams
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...simply have nothing to say. Lack of raw imagination is no mortal sin, and there are other things to build novels on. But the sheer vacuousness of this book often verges on self-parody doubly so because the narrator is always there, reading off every inane thought. This from Sam, during fellatio...
...creature whose husband, despite his stuffiness, manages to have a sensuality "as massive and crushing as a Centurion tank." As the story begins, she is tolerating a routine of more-or-less intermittent rape; soon she is submitting a bit more cheerfully to one of her husband's students, Sam; by the end of the book she has left both of them in favor of a muscular blond Teuton who offers her what is evidently meant to be fulfillment...
Alvarez's lesser characterizations range from the empty to the offensive. Sam's mother, making a brief appearance for the sake of color, is Jewish; her first four lines...
...claim that the CIA was involved in foreign assassination plots, a subject that the Rockefeller commission sidestepped while concentrating on the agency's domestic transgressions. Roselli was an invaluable witness, particularly since his partner in the planned crime was no longer available for questioning. Two weeks ago, Sam Giancana, 66, the onetime Mafia don in Chicago and Roselli's friend since their days in the old Capone gang, was shot to death by persons and for reasons still unknown...
...typical fife-drum-and-bugle-stars-and-stripes hoopla, though. This play reportedly addresses the question, "Do people make revolutions or do revolutions make people?" and the plot concerns a cowardly Boston barman who is forced to become a revolutionary because he needs the money and because Sam Adams threatens to put a bullet through his head. The script isn't flawless, but the production is good and offers a new variation on what is already a hackneyed subject. At the Tufts Arena Theater, Medford, Thursday through Saturday...