Word: screen
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...fame can be as fleeting as an image on a television screen: Olliemania is a bust. Joel Shelton of Boulder sold (at $12 each) fewer than 500 shirts bearing North's picture. John Lee Hudson of San Francisco is canceling plans for a mail-order Ollie doll ($19.95) because he received only 200 orders. And the Old Man River Doghouse has replaced the Oliver North sandwich with the Piggly Wiggly: a frankfurter topped with bacon and cheese. From hero to hot dog in just two months...
...thanks to new surgical wizardry, media hype and the laws of gravity exerting their inevitable effect on baby boomers, cosmetic surgery has soared in popularity. Last year some half a million Americans were snipped, suctioned, stretched and trussed, compared with 300,000 in 1981. Once the province of aging screen stars and wealthy matrons, cosmetic surgery now attracts middle-class office workers, many in their 30s and 40s, and many of them men. Los Angeles Plastic Surgeon Richard Grossman describes the phenomenon as "another transition" for the restless Me generation: "They protested against the wars, and now they're protesting...
...Doug wonders if redemption is possible in the throes of mid-life. It is, and therein lies the book's forgivable flaw. Without warning, the author seems to suffer a failure of nerve, as if the pain of his protagonist were too much for the reader (or perhaps the screen) to bear. Until its sun-washed finale, 50 maintains Corman's gift for putting acute observations in a comic package. But this time out, buyers should discard the pretty pink wrap...
...south of the school along Depot Street in Greenfield, Iowa (pop. 1,800 and dwindling), rusty screen doors would slam, assorted mongrels would bark melancholy farewells, bicycle chains would strain and rattle. The great morning migration was under way. Jack and Richard would roll out on the level street, and maybe Gilbert would glide over from the next block with his longhorn handlebars and mud flaps. The caravan would pick up speed and conviviality as the wind opened eyes and mouths. Wayne, Eddie and Jimmy might fall in line just west of the town square, and by the time...
...fresh-faced young men and women. They cleaned and brightened the dingy garage with their rainbow banners, moved in computers and charts and all the weird paraphernalia of political crusaders. They are there now plotting a takeover of the Government from that little niche of America where a screen door slamming or a dog barking still echoes distinctly for blocks, and where kids still pedal furiously and bank down the old flight path...