Word: saws
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Some people watch the musical Annie and see a moppet belting out show tunes. Brooklyn-born rapper JAY-Z, whose latest release debuted last week at No. 1 on the Billboard album chart, saw something altogether grittier. "I watched the movie and was mesmerized," he says, referring to the scene in which the orphans sing Hard Knock Life. "They're too strong to let life bring them down. That's the ghetto right there." Inspired, Jay-Z sampled the song on his new album's title track, Hard Knock Life. Needless to say, the tune's original author was somewhat...
...father, traces from both are easy to see. Her mother's violent, lacerating imagery appears in a poem called "Hysterectomy": "My disease will be stripped out/ Like the rotten lining of a leather coat." Plath's angry confessional tone is echoed in "Granny": "You loved me not, just saw/ A copy of the face/ You gave birth to." In "Readers," Hughes rails at those who have made a cult out of her mother: "They turned her over like meat on coals/ To find the secrets of her withered thighs/ And shrunken breasts...
...never saw myself as a big Jew until people started saying, "Hey. You're a big Jew." I happen to have those Jewish features that have kept our people down for so many years. I'm very proud of my Irish side also...
...years he had been under evaluation for the long-planned operation, Clint Hallam passed himself off as an Australian businessman who had lost his right hand and forearm in a logging accident. Turns out he really lost it using a power saw in a New Zealand jail, where he had been locked up for fraud. Hallam finally came clean two days before the operation, which was performed late last month in a French hospital. A Perth newspaper later reported that he has a court date in Australia in January on seven more fraud charges...
...Mick Jagger knows for sure.) Fortunately, Diane Solway is interested in more than just gossip, and her fact-crammed, plainly written chronicle is the most detailed and dependable account to date of Nureyev's hectic life. What fails to come through, oddly enough, is his artistry--if you never saw him dance, this book won't tell you what you missed--but the bare facts still make for a riveting read...