Word: smarted
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Such sympathy is in constant jeopardy here because of the characters' grisly speech habits. The book is full of basically decent men who seem obliged to come across as loudmouthed smart alecks. "Jim, old buddy, how's your sex life?" is a Westport way of saying hello. "What are you running here, a desert?" is a necessary preamble to ordering drinks. Even the boozehound on doubles has a wretched little snapper handy: "Two Scotch on the rocks, put them in the same glass, will you?" The irony is that Dillon is painting a verbal desert inhabited by people...
...robot air fleet is no technological pipedream. Although the U.S. has long used drones for target practice and spy missions, it is only relatively recently that miniaturized computers, tiny remote-controlled TV cameras, sophisticated laser-guided "smart bombs" and other breakthroughs in electro-optical gear have made RPVs both technologically and economically feasible for combat. The U.S.'s most widely used fighter-bomber, the F-4 Phantom, for example, costs $3.6 million; an RPV capable of the same missions, according to some experts, probably could be built for about $250,000 because the plane would not require such expensive...
Sargent Shriver is a smart, experienced man. He knows that what goes on in the rest of the world is important to us. He knows a lot about dealing with the rich and the poor. He is not just politically motivated. (Now if he could just dump McGovern...
...three-dimensional pictures called holograms, and even measure the distance from earth to the moon (with an error of only a few inches). But the laser can also be used for less peaceful purposes. It provides, for example, the guiding light for the Air Force's extremely accurate "smart bombs" (TIME, June 5). Even more ominous, the laser may be on its way toward becoming a military weapon that until now has existed only in fiction: the death...
Mary McCarthy brings a special sensibility to her journalism about the war in Viet Nam. Behind the smart bitchiness of The Group there is a complicated spirit in anguish over what she now calls "this miserable country." As an expatriate, she sees the U.S. in sharp focus, remarking on incongruities that a resident takes for granted. Thus she recognized-and skillfully skewered -American bungling in Viet Nam (1967), though her later Hanoi (1968), likewise based on firsthand reporting, suffered from a Lincoln Steffens I-have-seen-the-future-and-it-works naiveté. In Medina, her third short book...