Word: serialization
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...that film, Theron reportedly gained 30 pounds to star as prostitute and serial killer Aileen Wuornos...
Happily, romance needn't come to ruin. Even irrational animals like ourselves would have quit trying if the bet didn't pay off sometimes. The eventual goal of any couple is to pass beyond serial dating--beyond even the thrill of early love--and into what's known as companionate love. That's the coffee-and-Sunday-paper phase, the board-games-when-it's-raining phase, and the fact is, there's not a lick of excitement about it. But that, for better or worse, is adaptive too. If partners are going to stay together for the years...
...Happily, romance needn't come to ruin. Even irrational animals like ourselves would have quit trying if the bet didn't pay off sometimes. The eventual goal of any couple is to pass beyond serial dating-beyond even the thrill of early love-and into what's known as companionate love. That's the coffee-and-Sunday-paper phase, the board-games-when-it's-raining phase, and the fact is, there's not a lick of excitement about it. But that, for better or worse, is adaptive too. If partners are going to stay together for the years...
...Decades later, the stirred memory of that photo suggested the plot of Qiu's Red Mandarin Dress, the fifth and latest of his popular, Shanghai-set Inspector Chen detective novels. This time, Qiu's hero, a cop and poet, is on the trail of a serial killer who dresses his female victims in tailored qipao dresses - a macabre gesture freighted with political meaning. As in the previous books, the investigation leads Inspector Chen to a brutal legacy from the past, for even the most vicious of Qiu's criminals are victims of China's bloody history. So, incidentally, are many...
...Having invented a suitable sobriquet - I don't know of any Chinese serial killers, so "Chairman Mao" will have to do - I'm led into what feels like an executive boardroom: A haze of sweet cigarette smoke hangs over an oval-shaped table around which sit 16 players. I take a slim silver case from the pile on a tray offered by a waitress. It flips open to reveal a card which is not that of a "killer." I try to avoid breathing a sigh of relief. Then the judge's voice rings out over the sound system...