Word: yorkers
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Angell has going for him is his job. Unlike most other baseball writers, who have to cover a certain team game-by-game and are constantly writing for a newspaper or magazine deadline, Angell is not constrained by such daily pressures. As the "senior fiction writer" for the New Yorker, he isn't preoccupied with reporting the details of any single, meaningless midsummer game...
...Salinger's evasions is that he has become as famous for defending his privacy against nosy admirers and journalists as he is for writing The Catcher in the Rye (1951), the Huckleberry Finn of the Silent Generation. Salinger's last published story, Hapworth 16, 1924, appeared in The New Yorker in 1965, twelve years after he withdrew to 90 wooded acres in Cornish, N.H. He has been generally successful in protecting his solitude. But because he refuses to collaborate in the making of his own legend ("Because I might get to believe it," he told an inquirer years ago), Salinger...
...Yorker Marberger, the price of that faith is pain, resulting mainly from the experimental drugs he takes, that is so excruciating he must take a "pain cocktail" every four hours. Thus far he has tried interferon, aerosol pentamidine, which is used to treat deadly Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia, and AZT. He has also received dideoxycytidine, an antiviral medication. The treatment left him with tearing facial pains. Last week he was back in the hospital after a bout...
MICHAEL Chabon, whose short stories have appeared in The New Yorker, is following in the footsteps of Jack Kerouac and J.D. Salinger with this novel. Like Kerouac, Chabon seeks to explore the outskirts of human discontent and disillusionment. Like Salinger in The Catcher in the Rye, he writes about a certain time--in Bechstein's case, a summer--charged with uncertainty and doubt...
...given Fox plenty of ammunition to flex his thespian (although rather slight bodily) muscles just enough to give an extremely convincing performance that both Siskel and Ebert admired. And it is quite admirable. Jamie Conway is a truly desperate soul, quite close to dulling his own smug-young-New Yorker edge...