Word: weirdly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Finally, the jurors returned to lives that they had half-forgotten. "We got so spoiled that it was a real shock to have to drive yourself around and pay for your meals," says Rosalie Cyrier, 20. Adds Tumino: "For the first few days, it was kind of weird being able to talk to anybody you wanted." Salesman Frooman, the one who lost the job prospect, went good-naturedly back to work. "It was a drag because it was so long," he says, "but the jury system is the best system there...
...does not sound like a recipe for trendy froth, then nothing can. But Author Ted Mooney adds some marijuana and gin, stirs and comes up with a substantial and moving first novel. For one thing, circumstantial whimsey is balanced against the pathos of characters trying to take their increasingly weird lives seriously. The air around them is "full of microwaves and jets." An apartment-house elevator contains a TV set; during a short ride up, the operator switches dials and treats his passengers to snippets of six old movies. Strange rituals proliferate; at airports, Mooney's people watch "metal...
...news there were artists' conceptions of the killer" based solely on psychics' hunches. Billboards around the city bore only one word: "Survival." Every weekend a posse of 100, armed with sticks and flashlights, would scour a town "in a military-type search," turning up "all sorts of weird things" but little evidence. In short, Atlanta, Oney recalls, "turned in on itself looking for a killer--everyone became a suspect...
...Stinn now comes down to Soldiers Field to watch, to help, to cheer--and to miss football badly. "It's weird," he said yesterday at practice, his grey warm-up suit setting him apart from the white-shirted defense and the red-shirted of-fense. "When I come down here now, I don't have a function and I'm an out-sider. After I knew I'd be out for the season, I didn't know whether I'd want to keep coming to practice. But when I came down on Tuesday, I knew how much I would miss...
...this retrospective shows why. Open it at any point and there the author is, fluting a different tune but charming the same old snake. How strange life is, say his mannered little perplexities. How strangely strange. How oddly unfathomable. Can't make head or tail of it. Weird...