Word: simonizes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Paul Werth will be read by Sidney Poitier and Caroline Kennedy. Slightly less ritzy (intended, perhaps, to be played in Dodge pickups instead of Lexuses) is Waylon Jennings' rendition of Waylon: An Autobiography. To those who scoff at such books as "ear candy," Seth D. Gershel, publisher of Simon & Schuster Audio, has a snappy answer: "If you'd rather be counting from 1 to 10 over and over again while driving, that's your preference...
...chief of Little, Brown. One new way books are making their way into readers' hands is via the Internet. Amazon.com an online bookstore, is experiencing soaring volume, while electronic literary journals, such as Salon salon1999.com) are increasingly popular. Random House randomhouse.com) Time Warner Trade Publishing pathfinder.com/twep and Simon & Schuster simonsays.com are among the growing number of publishers with their own Websites. Far from killing off the book, computers seem to be reinforcing its dominance. The Internet is still overwhelmingly text-based, promoting literacy in general, and yet the screen has not replaced the page. Says Barnes & Noble vice president...
...Simon LeVay, Ph.D. is the author of several books, including "Queer Science: The Use and Abuse of Research into Homosexuality...
...many story lines as free throws in their win over Kentucky's Wildcats. There was vindication for Lute Olsen, the "Coach from Glad," who forever silenced his detractors. There was guard Jason Terry, who slept in his uniform the night before the final. Then there was guard Miles Simon, who began the season as the academically ineligible brother-in-law of Darryl Strawberry but ended it as the Final Four's most outstanding player, thanks to 30 points in the final and a passing grade in Family Studies 401. (Now a certain Yankee can claim to be Miles Simon...
...John Wayne's America (Simon & Schuster; 380 pages; $26) Garry Wills imagines that this must tell us something about the soul of postmodern America. And perhaps it does. But by the end of his confused and digressive meditation, this usually mordant cultural historian looks rather like a second heavy in a Wayne western--rubbing his jaw and spitting dust as the Duke's shade strides off toward the horizon, as impervious to academic analysis as he was to a bad man's six-shooter...