Word: simons
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Chinese. After years of expressing regret quietly in Japan, Chu-Ki-Nren members are seeking to apologize to American audiences, but Washington's ban on visas for war criminals is preventing them. Convinced, however, that the group's regrets should be heard, Rabbi Abraham Cooper, associate dean at the Simon Wiesenthal Center's Museum of Tolerance in Los Angeles, has organized a trans-Pacific video conference, to take place on the Internet Aug. 16 and be covered by Japan's top TV network, NHK. Panelists in Los Angeles will question four Chu-Ki-Nren members in Tokyo, among them...
...mother." Auschwitz resulted, you see, from the child Adolf's low self-esteem. A 1981 book published in Germany suggested in all seriousness that when Hitler was a youth, a billy goat took a bite out of his penis. Hence his subsequent career. The famous Nazi-hunter Simon Wiesenthal put it all down to the syphilis he thought Hitler had contracted from a Jewish prostitute. Others said Hitler himself had Jewish blood...
Henry Fool--what a guy! He materializes, like the answer to a dark prayer, in a Queens neighborhood where a sanitation worker named Simon Grim (the glumly funny James Urbaniak) is literally lying in the street waiting for...something. Henry (Thomas Jay Ryan, pinwheeling raffish charisma) has everything, and too much of it. He swaggers, smokes, guzzles beer, grabs life by the butt and gives it a fat smack. He makes abrupt love to Simon's morbid mother (Maria Porter) and bored sister (Parker Posey). He is, he tells Simon, an artist, the author of a huge, unpublished tome called...
Dwelling in the sulfurously lighted basement apartment of Simon's house, Henry is the Devil--a devil, anyway--with a gift for inspiring those he does not repel. An apt pupil, Simon composes a long poem that some people hate ("Drop dead," reads a publisher's rejection note; "keep your day job") but others champion. Simon becomes a literary celebrity, and in gratitude to his mentor says he will insist that his publisher also issue Henry's opus. Then, alas, he reads...
...never hear a line of either Henry's or Simon's work. One or both may have great lyrical beauty and ethical depth; one or both may be junk. It matters not, for this is less a tale of literary gamesmanship than a parable of friendship. What would you do for a friend, a lover, the family you feel trapped by? Who deserves your most annihilating sacrifice? What are friends for, anyway...