Word: stooping
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Stretching some 58 miles along the Rio Grande lies Starr County, Texas, a barren land of sagebrush and mesquite trees. Most of its 20,000 inhabitants are Mexican-Americans who scrape together a living as stoop laborers during the melon-picking season. Yet in the past two or three years, brick houses worth as much as $75,000 have sprung up among the pink and green shanties that line Route 83 between Roma-Los Saenz and Rio Grande City. Outside some of them sit new refrigerators still in their shipping cartons...
...have wondered, now that we bring it up why we made no pre-Oscar predictions, why we did not match our wits and savvy against the Sarrises, the Riches, the Ansens and the Canbys. It's simple: Dewitt does not stoop to being wrong...
There Sakharov welcomes Western journalists to issue yet another appeal to world opinion for Soviet political prisoners. There he counsels and often gives needed sanctuary to other colleagues in dissent. Tall, stoop-shouldered, quick to smile, his gray hair a fringe around his bald crown, Sakharov looks, in these conversations, more like a genial professor holding forth at a home seminar than a man in the process of defying the world's most powerful Communist state. Indeed, the odds of winning his challenge seem so impossible that he sometimes calls himself, with self-deprecating humor, Andrei Blazhenny-a Russian...
...Hughes' physical appearance was horrifying. His straggly beard hung to his waist; his hair reached mid-back. His fingernails were two inches long, and his toenails grew and grew until they resembled yellow corkscrews. When he was still able, he walked with a pronounced stoop. Often he went naked. Sometimes he wore a pair of drawstring white underpants (he had an aversion to buttons, metal snaps and zippers). On the three occasions during the hidden years when he met outsiders, he underwent an elaborate barbering, cleanup and clipping of his finger-and toenails...
Stanley Elkin is one of the perennial bridesmaids of American fiction. Part of the problem is that the styles Elkin employs are beginning to show their age. His prose is creased by the crow's-feet of '50s black humor, it shows the slight stoop of Jewish realism and the weird droop of the surreal as well. There is no denying, though, that when Elkin puts them together-as he did in Boswell, A Bad Man, The Dick Gibson Show and now The Franchiser-the results are fresh...