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...Like The Quitter, North Country focuses on depicting the young author's various coping mechanisms, like playing dead under various pieces of furniture and out in the deep-piled snow, as well as the psychology behind them. Desperate for attention and approval, like Pekar, White both gets into fights and excels at school. Also like Pekar, at a crucial point a third person takes an interest in his special talents. For Pekar it was a New York jazz critic. For White, a woman at school encourages his talent at drawing, giving him a sense of purpose. Eventually, as Shane begins...
...depends on what country I'm in. I'm sold as a literary writer in Holland; I'm sold as crime fiction in England; and a thriller [author] here. I think of it as just literature. To Kill a Mockingbird - that's crime fiction. That's a murder story. Snow Falling on Cedars. Oliver Twist. What's more violent than a bludgeoned prostitute? A lot of novels use crime as a stepping stone to talk about greater issues. So I just think of myself as a writer...
...always had a great respect for old time musicians and the Grand Ole Opry and the tradition, it?s just such a great forum, and not just American, but Canadian, too. We had guys like Hank Snow, and he was singing songs like The Good Ole Hockey Game, before the NHL failed and started to change the rules of the game because they screwed up the strike last year, and now they?ve changed the whole way hockey is. It?s a complete joke. The only reason I go to hockey games is because I get to go with...
...philosophy concentrator in Adams house. A native of Southern California, she transferred last fall from UCLA and is still in the process of adjusting to snow, polo shirts, and the slightly eccentric Harvard social scene. On alternate Wednesdays, her column, “Quips and Quirks,” will offer insight on undergraduate life...
...point, McDonell’s protagonist, Mike, wants us all dead. As he walks across campus on a late December evening, Mike tells us: “I imagined that it wasn’t Christmas Eve and people were around, but everyone was frozen, suffocated under the snow. It was a very beautiful scene...