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...idioms of despair. There are cluttered, over-determined pictures in the last galleries, where you watch him trying to find a way to make it new. But there are also great ones, like the 1991 Triptych. In all three panels, a large black square is placed like a window within a flat, beige background. In the center, a figure barely recognizable as human flows over the lower edge of the black square. On each side panel, Bacon appears as a painted photograph of his own head pinned to the space above a pair of disembodied legs. Each of these...
...York through pervasive "Snapple Lady" television ads and the introduction of flavored teas, the company became nationally known, earning $700 million in annual sales before being purchased by Quaker Oats Co. in 1994. Raised in Queens, N.Y., Golden earned his keep in pre-Snapple days by working as a window washer with his Romanian father and later as a business broker...
Based on James McBride's novel and screenplay, the movie begins in 1983 with Hector Negron (Alonso), a New York City postal worker, standing behind his caged-in window at the post office. When a man approaches and asks for a stamp, Negron shoots him dead with a German Luger. Later, in Negron's apartment, police discover the head of a priceless statue. The rest of the film, a flashback to Italy in 1944, explains how Negron got the statue and why he executed the stranger...
Bushnell's prose is breezy and careless, as if she composed One Fifth Avenue in a helicopter on the way to the Hamptons with a cigarette and a martini in her free hand and didn't worry too much if a page here or there flew out the window. (She describes Mrs. Houghton's death as a "swift and speedy end," as if those two words meant different things. And it's amazing that anyone could write, let alone publish, the following sentence: "That was the defining moment of great sex--when the penis met the vagina.") Bushnell also seems...
...very front car was a large window, tilted slightly outward. I leaned my forehead against it and the train started to move. Faster and faster it went until we began to soar through the tunnel, moving so fast that the dim lights shining down from the street began to blur...