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...Gloria Swenson (get it?) was once a chorine and a mobster's moll. Now she's on the lam from her old pals, with a neighbor's Puerto Rican son in tow. For two hours of screen time, Gloria and tough little Phil (and the movie) meander around Manhattan because the Mob has covered all the bus, train and air terminals and the fugitives never think to rent a car. But nothing fazes Gloria, who smokes Salems down through the filters, talks cheekily with hoods and, in defense of her ward and for the sheer hell...
Edited by Dave Marsh with John Swenson, the Guide is a survey of nearly 10,000 albums now in print, either rock records or those that are in some way rock related. There are almost three dozen contributors, most of them card-carrying critics who pack strong opinions. The book is organized by artist. Styles are surveyed, ratings apportioned (from "Worthless" to "Indispensable"), careers evaluated and, in a some cases, trashed. There may not be a great many surprises here. The good guys (Springsteen, Dylan, the Who) win; the bad guys (from Black Sabbath and the Tubes to Mac Davis...
...hires black Butler Benson (Robert Guillaume) to run his household and, by inference, his unidentified Eastern state. Except for Benson and the Governor's unspeakably precocious subteen daughter (Missy Gold), the series is entirely inhabited by knaves and fools; Harris even drags in a barking Germanic housekeeper (Inga Swenson) who would be more appropriate to Hogan 's Heroes. The restrained Guillaume is a refreshing antidote to the caricatured blacks one normally finds in TV comedy, but this series needs political bite and sharper writing to prevent its captive audience from nodding...
...even commits that most worn-out philistine pastime, making fun of abstract art. The happy news is that such limp work forms a minority in the book. Swenson is at her best in natural, isolated settings. Her eye for detail is both loving and fierce. She runs alone on a beach...
This aching sense of impermanence, of pleasure heightened by its imminent disappearance, is a constant refrain in Swenson's best poems. September is her season...