Word: sodas
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...every age and hue, with both sopranos and tenors. But it is his longtime companion, Thomson, a pale, pretty brunet, who lives with him in his unprepossessing apartment and at their 41-acre farm in upstate New York, managing the household. He unwinds with his fruit juice, diet soda and candy bars, and can get by on as little as four hours' sleep, content, as always, to study another score...
Discussing younger performers, Rubinstein once said: "You know, they are fabulous. They play better than I do. They do things I wouldn't begin to attempt. But when they come onstage, they might as well be soda jerks." Even among the surviving major pianists of his own generation, however, he was unsurpassed. Vladimir Horowitz, 78, may have a flashier, more dazzling technique; Rudolf Serkin, 79, may have a more intense emotional identification with the German classics; Claudio Arrau, 79, may have an even wider repertoire. But Rubinstein had everything: in his playing, consummate virtuosity and a pellucid tone were...
...overweight, admire Cadillac Eldorados and like to stay up all night, he is bound for glory. Nicholson Baker's "K. 590" presents a university string quartet attempting to practice Mozart in a hotel "refreshment room" while the landlady vacuums and a pair of teen-age girls ply a soda machine with quarters...
...trade is an instrument for gaining leverage over Soviet behavior, the U.S. has yet to figure out how to use it. One school says: Trade with the Soviets a lot-get them to drink our soda pop, wear our blue jeans, buy our ball bearings and computers and grain-and they'll become more like us and depend more on us. That view is held by some diehard advocates of détente and prominent American businessmen, such as Armand Hammer of Occidental Petroleum and Donald Kendall of Pepsico. The other school says: Don't trade with them...
...plane began to dive toward the ground, several passengers and members of the crew charged the rebels, swinging soda and beer bottles, mops, umbrellas and even pieces of molding ripped off the cabin walls. In desperation, the hijackers touched off the explosives in the lavatory, blowing a hole about 4 ft. wide in the side of the aircraft. The undaunted posse of passengers and crew members began battering the hijackers while the pilot struggled to gain control of the plummeting aircraft. "There was a lot of blood and screaming," W.J. Gunther of Flemington, N.J., remembered later. "It was like...