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More Guns, Less Crime has touched off furious protests from gun-control lobbyists and criminologists, who call the book's research spurious, its statistics suspect and its conclusion--that "allowing law-abiding citizens to carry concealed handguns will save lives"--dangerous. Part of what's threatening about the book is its author: John Lott, a wonkish University of Chicago economist who has never been an N.R.A. member and prior to writing the book did not own a gun. (He has since bought a .38-cal. pistol.) "If I had really strong views about guns," he says, "I wouldn't have...
...road cut to a nation of them across the continental trail of Interstate 80, and from one bemused geologist to dozens. Readers had stamina then, and over the years the New Yorker printed McPhee's emerging rock opera as a succession of four-parters: Basin and Range, In Suspect Terrain, Rising from the Plains, Assembling California. Farrar, Straus published the same material as books, and the oddity was that in the magazine, attenuated among the Jag and Audi ads, these journeyings seemed dark, intriguing and geologically long, but in book form the same field reports were sunlit, brilliant and short...
...nowhere without the upper-middle-class intellectual elite. Feminism didn't start in the factory. It started in wood-paneled salons, spread to suburban living rooms, with their consciousness-raising sessions, and eventually ended up with Norma Rae. In fact, that trajectory is its biggest problem today--it remains suspect to those who have never ventured onto a college campus. A TIME/CNN poll shows what most people already suspect--that education more than anything else determines whether a woman defines herself as a feminist. Fifty-three percent of white, college-educated women living in cities embrace the label. Fifty percent...
...learned. And grew up, calamitously and against long odds. Both achievements shine in a graceful sentence early in her story, as she explains her communion with unresponsive fish: "I had patience, the sort I suspect God has with people like me." Patience with her own demons came slowly. As a young woman, "a booze-sucking, pill-popping, dope-slamming druggie," she turned 18 in jail, jugged on a possession charge. She seems not to have known Grand-Papa Ernest well (and would say, no, no, not that Hemingway family, not me), though later she adored his younger brother, her great...
...There is nothing less entertaining than a suspect in the hands of professionals," I said to my wife last week...