Word: worming
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Earl Peckham is the serious author of The Sorry Scheme of Things Entire and The Ghastly Dinner Party, "an unsparing delineation of the worm-eaten psyche of modern man as exemplified in the subcutaneous motivations propelling the social lives of urban people whose surfaces are rotten enough." Sorry Scheme sold three copies. Earl's girlfriend Poppy McCloud writes best-selling romances like Break Slowly, Dawn and commands $2 million advances. What do these vastly different writers have in common, besides a publisher named Dogwinkle? Well, there is sex, which the pun-loving Peter De Vries, 76, might call the great...
David Eisenhower is on target in Volume I of Grandfather Ike' s brilliant career. -- Ernie Pyle' s dispatches offer a worm' s- eye view...
...time with the infantry, often in the front lines and under fire. He wrote down the names and hometowns of G.I.s he found eating cold C rations in muddy foxholes, and his stories rarely mentioned anyone above the rank of captain. It was, as he said, a "worm's-eye view" of the war, and in this deftly edited collection of his dispatches, Pyle's view of what is now an ancient campaign returns as a haunting narrative. A column written from Tunisia in 1943 was titled "The God-Damned Infantry" -- rough language for those days -- and it told...
...know the reasoning for the covers--and the concern for security is a legitimate one. What is morally abhorrent is that the covers went up at all--on the coldest night of the year, with no warning to the men who used those worm places, or to Leverett students. It took more conscious effort and cost to cover those grates than to simply leave them open. It is evidence of a desire for simple solutions; to connect those men to a rash of thefts in Leverett simply perpetuates a myth about the homeless. If there were complaints, there should have...
...play Fool For Love comes when the heartsick cowboy Eddie pops a quarter in a motel room Magic Fingers machine. Sprawled out on an unmade queen-size bed, dressed in faded jeans and a trailworn denim jacket, and nursing a tin of day-old Skoal and a bottle of worm-blessed Mexican tequila, Shepard rides the bed like a rundown rodeo star, and when he throws his girl May a particularly wistful smile, all the humor and pathos of Shepard's writing comes shining clean through...