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Most of the cars in the show are crossbreeds. George Snyder's 1961 Lhevy, "Family Jewel," has a 1958 Chevy front, a 1960 Olds grille, 1953 Chevy parking lights, 1956 Olds headlights, a 1950 Olds windshield, and 1956 Chevy side fins. The engine comes from a 1950 Oldsmobile and supports three Stromberg carbs...
...marooned in the boiled-water area of Mexico when their great, gaudy auto breaks down. The natives do not bother them, but each morning there is less of the ridiculous vehicle left. The door han dles and the four wheels go first; a day later the sparkplugs, carburetor and windshield; finally the engine block, dashboard and radiator...
Great chunks of stone shot like artillery shells through parked cars. The blast shattered the windshield of a passing car, knocked the driver unconscious. A metal railing, torn from its concrete bed, lanced across the street into the window of the Social Dry Cleaning store. Next door, customers at the Silver Springs Restaurant were knocked to the floor. In nearby Kelly Ingram Park, pieces of brick nipped the leaves off trees 200 ft. from the blast...
...longer afraid of time," played Vexations 75 times himself, then retired to sleep soundly on a foam-rubber pad down in the basement. But those who sat through the whole thing found themselves deeply enriched by the experience. The pianists were all transfixed by the music's windshield-wiper logic, and while each played his 20-minute turn (15 Vexations), the relief pianist stood by the piano, cultivating his interior immobility. "This kind of music," said one communicant, "leads toward the elimination of conscious control...
...flaccid with maundering soliloquies of the hero, a professor of literature who is awakening gummy-eyed from a dark night of the soul. Baker never writes a noun without leashing a seeing-eye adjective to it, never overlooks a cliché, never fails to labor an image ("The windshield wiper describing its captive arc back and forth, back and forth, like that descending knife in the story of the pit and the pendulum...