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NASA has ambitious plans for Sojourner this week. It wants the rover to investigate Scooby Doo and Casper, two rocks that look intriguingly white in lander photos and just might contain hints of ancient Martian life. How so? To scientists, the duo's whitish hues suggest that they may be sedimentary rocks. "That would be awesome," says Ken Edgett, an Arizona State University geologist, "because sedimentary rock is the kind of thing that forms under water. And when you have water that sits around for a long time and sediments pour into it, the possibility of preserving fossils goes...
...work is cryptic, devoted to nuance and practically impossible to reproduce. No color plate conveys the way those little scribbles and blots can keep the whitish-blond surface of a big Twombly in coherent tension. Since reproduction creates reputation, this put his work at a disadvantage. Besides, Twombly could not have had less to do with the direction American art in the '60s took toward Minimalism and the iconic blare of Pop Art; being an expatriate counted against him in a New York art world saturated with cultural chauvinism. He had sided with the beautiful Italian losers, against history...
...construction battalion's camp in Saudi Arabia, more than 100 miles from the Kuwaiti border. At 3 a.m. an exploding Scud missile jolted him awake. Before Kay had time to clamp on his gas mask, the acrid smell of ammonia assaulted his lungs, and he watched a whitish gray cloud drift over the camp. Says he: "Right after that, people started getting sick...
...longest stories define a society "where ladies knew the names of other ladies' gardeners and maids and lapdogs," where people prize refinement and "whitish houses like Museums of Comfort." Red necks in these pages are likely to be the result of menopausal hot flashes rather than of exposure...
...Innocence, for example, which contains what is probably the longest description of oral sex in the history of literature. (This story decidedly did not appear in The New Yorker.) For page after page a Harvard undergraduate named Wiley tries to bring his stubbornly unresponsive girlfriend to orgasm: "The whitish bubbling, the splash of her discontinuous physical response: those waves, ah, that wake rose, curled outward, bubbled, and fell. Rose, curled outward, bubbled, and fell." Little in this prose marathon is particularly erotic or offensive; it is possible for long periods of time to forget entirely what is supposed...