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...Spillane's critics thought he typed with his fists: TIME in 1952 called his stuff "sexy drivel." But anyone could see that the man's books had socko starts and knockout endings. I, the Jury begins with Hammer finding his best war buddy, who had literally (everything's literal in Spillane) given his right arm to save Mike, dead on his apartment floor with a grapefruit-size hole in his gut. Hammer swears revenge. But first, for purposes of evidence or exercise or fun, he beats up a plethora of punks, the bouts described with a grisly precision and brio...
...Spillane's excoriators. Frederic Wertham's Seduction of the Innocent was an indictment of comic books and their supposedly toxic influence on kids; the only novelist Wertham mentioned was Spillane. In a way, that was acute. The kids who read comics before World War II were ready for stronger stuff, but with the same bold, obvious, shall we say cartoonish verve. And Wertham was right in fearing that the comic-book worldview was one that would not fade, like acne, as the kids grew up. They would demand adolescent popular art forever...
...that when you get older people with money in a concert hall, you get a very laid-back concert. Madonna's set list included almost her entire new album. It's a good album, but it's dance heavy, and the crowd just wasn't going to dance to stuff they didn't know intimately. The only time everyone got on their feet was for "Lucky Star," a song that predates the birth of Britney Spears, who's already long in the tooth by pop standards...
...That said, I actually liked the concert musically. I like her peppy, dance-beat new stuff...
...three locations around the house, with fancy decanters and cut-crystal glasses in trays, on shelves, in showy cabinets - at the ready for someone who could actually swallow it. Everybody gave my father, the village orthopedic surgeon, a bottle of it when their bone was mended - so the stuff came in as regularly as the mail. Every year or so my father would get a bottle of something and show it all around with a final pronunciation. "Now this is the good stuff," he would declare, deducing by this or that mark on the label, its color, or somebody important...