Word: uptown
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Back in fifth grade, I used to ride the subway to school every day. Sometimes I would be scared--there were some pretty unpleasant-looking people on the uptown IRT. "You can't go through life being scared of the subway," my father would tell me. "You can't live in a city and worry about crime all the time--it's completely futile." That's the same attitudes society in general has to take towards sporadic signs of sickess. Common sense is one thing, but over-concern over such things as Halloween candy can lead to unwarranted paralysis...
...throated blaze of hallelujahs. For both Reich and the style of which he is a leading representative, the concert will be a cause of celebration. Minimalism, a joyous, exciting-and sometimes maddening-amalgam of influences as disparate as African drumming, the Balinese gamelan and new wave rock, has come uptown at last...
...which he believes his wife Margaret Sullavan to be consorting with Producer Jed Harris: "More nights than I care to remember I'd stand there and cry, and then wipe away my tears so that I wouldn't look like a wino on the subway riding uptown. I'd go back to that flea-bitten hotel room and I'd sit in the dark...
...penned more arabesques than stories. Moorish in their conspicuous lack of breathing things, these works give the feeling that their "characters" are really the pointed little white spots that move in geometrically predestined directions across an oversized etch-a-sketch board. The spots, typically upper middle class suburban or uptown New York spots, meander, speedup and decelerate as they course ineluctably through the turns Ultimately, the design ties itself off with a sudden bizarre crook--a child gets shredded by a ski lift, a husband is shot by his wife in a race around the living room or a fatal...
...there is one last problem. A staff writer on The New Yorker, Malcolm is an adept practitioner of that serious-but-silky prose. The writing is polished and stainless; there is something appropriate about both her and Green speaking in the cultured dialect of the uptown Manhattan brownstone. It seems the entire dramatis personae of the New York Psychoanalytic Society must speak roughly the same way. Nonetheless, Psychoanalysis: The Impossible Profession is fascinating. But the powerful ideas of psychoanalysis and the murkiness they dredge out of all our sick psyches somehow require a more patient, vigorous prose...