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...born filmmakers to the Hollywood movie. On Oscar night this spring, Czech-born Milos Forman (see box) walked away with a best-director statuette for his work on the laurel-laden Amadeus. This year's first surprise hit, Witness, was directed by Australian Peter Weir; this summer's runaway "Gook" buster, Rambo: First Blood Part II, was helmed by the Greek immigrant George Pan Cosmatos. Indeed, when America wants to cauterize its own psychology or psychopathy onscreen these days -- in Birdy or The Falcon and the Snowman, in The Killing Fields or Alamo Bay -- chances are it will call...
Pleas to my superintendent's sense of hygiene failed. Then two days ago, I got into the shower. Instead of being greeted by my old friend drawn together in a "V" at the pleats by the sticky gook, I found a brand-new curtain spread majestically across the opening. I was startled, but the answer came to me. The alumni are in town...
...consummate example of Harvard sex intellectualized into gobbledy gook comes in a 1973 short story called "Innocence," by Harold Brodkey '51. As the story begins a Harvard senior named Wiley looks at the object of his lust and states, "To see her in sunlight was to see Marxism die." Naturally, when Wiley lures this apparition into his room and under his covers, it is the occasion for a summa cum laude display of erudition...
...scenario may be a cliche by now but it is still tact--as documented clearly movingly and with a new immediacy in Charlie Company What Vietnam Did to Us. Three years ago Newsweek reporters Peter Gockman and Tony Fuller sought out surviving members of the "gook-hunting, dirt-eating, dog-soldiering" typical combat unit known as Charlie Company. They found 54 veterans, flung far and wide since their return to the States at the end of the 1960s. They were postmen, statisticians, woodcutters, drunkards, narcotic detectives who had never before been asked about the Vietnam portion of their lives. Unlike...
Johnson shot him, once in the heart, and went back to Reid. Reid was fucked up bad, the gook had dropped a grenade into the bunker, practically on top of him, and the blast had laid open a shoulder, an arm and a leg. The arm was spouting blood from a main artery. Johnson stuck his fingers in the holes to slow the hemorrhaging long enough for him to get a pressure bandage in place. Stop the bleeding, treat' em for shock, get 'em to a chopper. It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't textbook medicine, but Reid...