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...idle question. The novel is one of the most vital cultural resources we have--a private, potent means of sharing the unspeakableness of daily life with one another. So it's only natural to wonder who's taking care of the novel--who's taking up the torch and where exactly they're taking it. Or whether it has gone out. The novel is one of the platforms from which the voice of a generation speaks. And if you listen closely, you'll start to wonder if the current generation has a voice...
...Royals and the reams of yellow foolscap we’d feed them, The Crimson newsroom of my era had inherited a strong sense of progressive tradition; the campus’s Vietnam-era turmoil was only a couple of four-year cycles behind us. We carried an activist torch, marched for divestiture, and protested the Carter-era revival of draft registration...
...Direction Home, Ginsberg says, Ginsberg: "I heard Hard Rain and wept, 'cause it seemed that the torch had been passed to another generation." The song had the same effect on Child Corliss, and in my innocence I thought my college English teacher, Mr. Morris, might feel the same. Anyway, I figured he's appreciate that some I typed up the lyrics and presented them to him with the midwifely pride Ezra Pound might have felt after seeing T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland in print. Mr. Morris read the text and looked at me as if I was daft. This wasn...
...parliamentary system is that all careers must end in failure: if you stay as long as you possibly can, lots of people will be happy to see you go. Which means that Tony Blair, who hoped to burnish his reputation with a slew of reformist legislation before passing the torch to Brown, will probably not get the dignified departure he so badly wanted...
...Tunnel, a shaft resembling a semifinished subway excavation 1,300 feet below Rainier Mesa. A narrow-gauge electric locomotive takes workers into the tunnel, which ends in a rocky cul- de-sac 1 1/2 miles away. Bare light bulbs dangle overhead, and the brilliant flare of a welder's torch flickers on the rock walls. Labyrinthine cables coil along the floor, and the tunnel reverberates with a sometimes deafening din, punctuated by shouts and horn blasts. In an eerily normal scene near ground zero, a surveyor chats on a Touch-Tone wall phone. The atmosphere is that of an underground...