Word: westernness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Almost 90% of Nevada's land is owned and managed by the Federal Government--a distant imperial power to many locals. Ranching and mining are major industries, and both are feeling persecuted lately by certain cosmopolitan outsiders. In Eureka the taverns sell a T shirt bearing the words WRANGLERS: WESTERN RANCHER AGAINST NO GOOD LIBERAL ENVIRONMENTALIST S___HEADS. The pickup trucks sport a proud, defensive bumper sticker: IF IT WASN'T GROWN, IT HAD TO BE MINED. In a region where people's lives are dominated by forces beyond their power to influence--the swings of the metals market...
...activism doesn't leave much behind in the way of bricks and mortar. What has survived is the politics that once tied the place in knots. So Professor Robert Alter, one of the nation's best-known literary scholars, finds himself an officer in the culture war over the Western canon...
...over Harlem--as well as pictures in Yiddish and Ukrainian--all in the same year (1939). These guys were tireless: from 1935 to 1945, hack-of-hacks Sam Newfield directed an impossible 150 quickie movies, including the grindhouse curio The Terror of Tiny Town, the only all-midget singing western...
...constantly, starring in over 100 films, including "Cape Fear," "River of No Return," and "Ryan's Daughter." In all of them, he was Mitchum, from the film noir shadow-dwelling of his early stardom ("Out of the Past," "Where Danger Lives") to drama ("The Night of the Hunter") and western ("El Dorado" opposite a laconic John Wayne). He was Mitchum even on television's "The Winds of War," and he was Mitchum to the end, appearing as a rifle-toting mine director in 1996's "Dead Man" with Johnny Depp. But eventually, Hollywood unmistakability seemed to frustrate him, perhaps because...
...marketing post at the Rock 'n' Roll Club. Guangzhou's hottest dance mecca lures a thousand free-spending hipsters a night at 80 yuan ($10) a head. Amid flashing lasers, throbbing strobes, wafts of colored fog, Guangzhou's young and rich pulsate to the pounding, 200-decibel beat of Western rap. "Politics?" hoots an 18-year-old who calls himself Jeff. "We come here to play." "Politics!" laughs his sister, 22, swiveling and shimmying. "I just want to relax...