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...over the Esplanade, we all sang along. From Kokomo, to Don’t Worry Baby, to Surfer Girl, concert-goers mouthed the lyrics, bopped around, and abandoned their stiff, Bostonian selves long enough to revel in the musical sun. A tiny girl—maybe eight—grabbed the hands of an even tinier boy, and they twisted ‘til the cows came home. Teenagers lounged in the grass by the Charles, 50-somethings waved their hands in the air, fathers danced with daughters on their shoulders. It didn’t matter that we were...
...movie chronicles, minor attacks suddenly made headlines--a surfer recalls getting bit on the leg and a news van beating the ambulance to the scene. TV choppers swarmed the Gulf of Mexico, and Larry King asked, "Are sharks rebelling?" (Full disclosure: TIME ran a "Summer of the Shark" cover.) But by season's end, fewer people had been attacked by sharks in the U.S. than during the summer before...
...divers, as being like Ocean's Eleven. He's kidding. Sort of. The goal is a lot worthier than emptying the vault at a Las Vegas casino, but in terms of style, that's what The Cove is emulating. Characters are introduced with a flourish--the daredevil, the soulful surfer, the bumbling cops--and Psihoyos takes the George Clooney role. (He's got the tan and the big white teeth.) There's time-lapse photography, footage shot on infrared film and some nail-biting moments that are milked for melodrama. The Cove is slick and smart and, in its real...
...reading them in book form, one longs for more intellectual heft - Skurnick is certainly capable of it - and fewer of the cheery colloquialisms that were apparently needed to hold the fleeting attention of the average Web surfer. Many essays feel too slim and too eager to please rather than provoke. And as intimate as its tone is, this "reading memoir" lacks a broader sense of Skurnick herself. A tougher editor would have sharpened Skurnick's focus, and it would have paid off. When she introduces you to, say, Paterson's Jacob Have I Loved, with its depiction of sisterly jealousy...
...quest into the heart of a mystery that is never quite solved. The difference here is that Pynchon finally makes one of those characters a licensed gumshoe, albeit one with an incongruous hippie backstory. "Doc" Sportello is an ambling longhair with links to the surfer world and an appetite for controlled substances that would give Hunter S. Thompson pause. Think George Carlin as Philip Marlowe and you're getting there...