Word: walke
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...ground ball, much less his 100,000,000th ground ball? Then he went off to work on his swing on the indoor batting tee for 15 minutes, and then he went over scouting reports on the Indians. Once the game started, he went hitless and drew a walk, but played his position flawlessly. (A shortstop has some special responsibility on every play that's not a strikeout.) And when the 3-hr. 16-min. 8-5 defeat was over, Ripken didn't just dress and go home. He went back out onto the field for one of his postgame autograph...
...question about it, Larry McMurtry's shaggy new novel Dead Man's Walk (Simon & Schuster; 477 pages; $26) passes the all-important "Call me Ishmael" test. Its first line is "Matilda Jane Roberts was naked as the air." After that start, the narration wafts aloft into further elegant absurdity, as follows: "Known throughout south Texas as the Great Western, she came walking up from the muddy Rio Grande holding a big snapping turtle by the tail. Matilda was almost as large as the skinny little Mexican mustang Gus McCrae and Woodrow Call were trying to saddle-break...
...Dead Man's Walk were not a prequel, it would be worth only glancing notice. As things are, it is a satisfactory foothill, with the grand old mountain in view. There are no heroics, though there is plenty of calamity. Call and McCrae, too young and foolish to know better, short on everything except energy and ignorance, have joined a ragtag outfit called the Rangers, less a military force than a band of hungry looters, commanded by a puffing, self-anointed general. This faker has heard about Santa Fe, then a Mexican settlement, but does not know where...
...Eddie Ellis, and why has he been writing this humongous saga? A onetime newspaper and wire-service reporter, Ellis, 84, has lived for the past 28 years in a book-crammed (15,000 volumes) walk-up apartment in Manhattan's Chelsea district. Slowed by age and emphysema, he rarely ventures from home but is still full of vim and spunk; he spends an hour or more each day adding to the diaries, typing on an old Hermes manual...
Though people talk about "urbanization" as the process that ushered in modern ills, many urban neighborhoods at mid-century were in fact fairly communal; it's hard to walk into a Brooklyn brownstone day after day without bumping into neighbors. It was suburbanization that brought the combination of transience and residential isolation that leaves many people feeling a bit alone in their own neighborhoods. (These days, thanks to electric garage-door openers, you can drive straight into your house, never risking contact with a neighbor...