Word: sot
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...intellectualoid underpinnings of Breathed's strip. But they serve only to make "Outland" more irritating. Most of the strips so far have taken the reader through five panels of apparent meaningfulness and then dumped a Dan Quayle joke in the last panel. Either Breathed is a lazy sot or he is trying to prove that Dan Quayle is more of a travesty than even Johnny Carson imagines...
...when Paris Review editors send John Barth a check and additional questions to beef up a woefully brief interview, the author of the 800-page The Sot-Weed Factor returns the emolument with a curt note: "It doesn't displease me to hear that our interview will be perhaps the shortest one you've run. In fact, it's a bit shorter now than it was before (enclosed). Better not run it by me again...
...year-old punk who figures he moves with the swagger of stardom, and his older brother the Motorcycle Boy (Mickey Rourke), tired of being an outlaw legend in Rusty-James' eyes-are little more than the sum of their mannerisms. Their father (Dennis Hopper) is a philosophizing sot who comes and goes with the whim. Rusty-James' girlfriend (Diane Lane) is a mere receptacle for his careless abuse; his best friend (Vincent Spano) is a cowardly grind seduced by Rusty-James' danger. None of these dead souls ever enters the land of living drama, where obsession...
...Holly Idelson's book review/editorial. "Extraordinary Politicians," is an excellent example of this type of one-sided presentation. Because Ms. Idelson's review of the Right-to-Life movement contains so many half-truths and illogical arguments, it is hard to know where to begin if one wishes to sot the record straight. But, in the interest of presenting the "opposite side" of a complex issue, try I must...
...possibility that these people are monomaniacal monsters is never raised. Readers steeped in Earth's work-five earlier novels, including The Sot-Weed Factor (1960), and two collections of shorter fiction-may be able to deny or evade this issue. Art is pattern and design, after all, not morality. Or, on another front: a writer must use material, however unpleasant, not weep over or try to correct it. Fine. But those who feel claustrophobic in the presence of smug, self-deluded solipsism may also decide to skip the whole experience. Barth has often been a pleasant guide through...