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Thus summarized, The Safety Net sounds like Dallas auf Deutsch. But Böll has the technical skills to lighten weighty social themes. His best narrrative trick is to keep the public Stürm und Drang at bay and focus on the private lives laid bare by pervasive surveillance. Suspense takes a back seat. Somewhere, hazily defined terrorists are poised to punish Tolm for his real and imagined sins of omission. Will the assault be by cake bomb, a flight of mechanical birds stuffed with explosives or a mysterious boy with a "bomb in his head"? Who will attempt...
...many foreigners are learning that America's streets of gold can also be pitted with peril. Says Herbert Jacobi, a partner in West Germany's Berliner Handels und Frankfurter Bank: "Many Europeans do not realize that America is the land of economic Darwinism. Some of them are going to fall flat on their faces...
...Semite enshrined by the Nazis. Continued Mehta: "I understand the emotions of those who have gone through concentration camps. Anyone who does not want to hear can leave the hall." Two orchestra members and a number from the audience did so. As Mehta launched into the prelude to Tristan und Isolde and the Liebestod, dissident shouting and scuffling broke out. "Hitler go home!" shouted one anti-Wagnerian. Said Mehta: "We have spoken about this a great deal and we waited for a suitable atmosphere...
...text (based on Nikolai Leskov's 1865 story). It was essentially the same work that had fallen afoul of Pravda, but noticeably missing were the trombone slides, the most literal music depiction of sexual intercourse since the famous interrupted climax in Act II of Wagner's Tristan und Isolde and the lusty horn whoops in the prelude to Der Rosenkavalier...
...longer returns his calls. His thrice-weekly Washington Post TV column, "On the Air," syndicated in 59 other newspapers, causes teeth-gnashing in Hollywood and heartburn in Manhattan's network headquarters. Critic Tom Shales, 33, the plump, droll, sometimes zany man at the heart of all this Sturm und Drang, puts his brown-and-tan saddle shoes up on the desk in his cramped fifth-floor office at the Post and shrugs off all the fuss: "The networks don't think they should be written about. They have the lowest form of contempt for TV critics...