Word: sepia
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Beneath a huge sepia photograph of the general, the speakers are extolling his qualities as citizen-soldier-statesman...
...sepia-tinted photograph in a color-television age, a throwback to the time when ballplayers wore baggy wool flannel uniforms and played cards on lonesome train rides through the night. His square shape and scowling countenance served him poorly off the field. He could deliver the winning hit but not the winsome quote, and thus suffered in the game of personality hype, the game that, sadly, often seems to count most...
...wash malfunctions; children are fed meals of worms; decent folk fall victim to robbery, infidelity and bad genes. Spyker reports it all, creating a community from the disparate characters as well as a portrait of the narrator, an "outlander... struck more by bits of detail than the total sepia haze of the picture: by odd names or locutions, specific items and photographs that have survived, the price paid for caring...
...childhood, however, were not limited to portraits commissioned by the wealthy. Charming street urchins and the newly freed blacks were the subjects of other romanticized portraits, such as Seymour Guy's Little Sweeper (circa 1887) and Winslow Homer's A Sunflower for Teacher (1875). Later the stark, sepia-toned photographs of Jacob Riis and Lewis Hine documented much harsher childhoods on the streets of New York and in the mills of Georgia...
Beard's Roman Women is a rarity in that very few novels are illustrated (John Gardner's Sunlight Dialogues springs to mind as another exception). Interspersed throughout the book are clusters of photographs of Rome: rain beading on a window, sepia-colored church steeples; Roman street life, a few statues. While pleasant enough to look at, David Robinson's prints are sacrificed to a lost cause. Beard's Roman Women will not be saved by a handful of prints, whether Robinson's or Holbein's, for it is a shallow and poorly written exercise by a novelist...