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...door of his fashionably appointed den proves to be revolving. Through it stream people whose untidy problems and messy personalities make Simon seem almost a genteel charmer, though his witty ripostes are fashioned from barbed wire. His upstairs lodger, a sociology student, enters to cadge money and denounce Wagner as a fascist. Simon's elder brother, an academic mole, mewls and pules about the disadvantages of not having an Oxford degree...
...rather splendid and barbaric ... the wild mass of twelve hundred bouncing camels of the bodyguard, packed as closely as they could move, the men in every variety of coloured clothes and the camels nearly as brilliant in their trappings. We filled the valley to its banks with our flashing stream." The cleanness of desert warfare was powerful enough as a myth to survive two world wars: the ghosts of Lawrence and his camels did much for the popularity of Rommel, Montgomery and their tanks...
...Charles River is not like the Gulf Stream, springtime in New England is very different from spring in Florida (or anywhere else for that matter) and collegiate sailing in the Northeast in March is not at all similar to racing in the Southern Ocean Racing Circuit (SORC). So what else...
Kinflicks, in fact, is soaring in the slip stream of Fear of Flying, Erica Jong's bestselling hymn to the body electric. The novel proves again-if any doubters still remain-that women can write about physical functions just as frankly and, when the genes move them, as raunchily as men. It strikes a blow for the picara by putting a heroine through the same paces that once animated a Tom Jones or a Holden Caulfield. And it suggests that life seen from what was once called the distaff side suspiciously resembles the genitalia-centered existence that male novelists...
...instead of four a.m. The lavish vases of fresh-cut flowers--crisp white carnations and crowds of blue irises the color of twilight--are gone. The bare walls have emerged from behind them, triumphant. Heavy and silent, they tolerate the denim-bedecked transient dancers and ache from their loud stream of music. The smaller inanimate objects--little glass tables, sculptured plastic chairs, ashtrays that bear no name--huddle in groups, almost afraid: their conspiracy against the walls is over. 15 Lansdowne Street is waiting to become a warehouse again...