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There has always been a game of one-downsmanship among modern memoirists as to who has the weirdest, most dysfunctional, most damaging parents. Granted, Kathryn Har- rison more or less ran the table with 1997's The Kiss, which describes her four-year affair with her father, and Frank McCourt (Angela's Ashes) and Augusten Burroughs (Running with Scissors) aren't far behind. But there's spirited competition for fourth place. Two new memoirs, Michael Rips' The Face of a Naked Lady (Houghton Mifflin; 192 pages) and Jeannette Walls' The Glass Castle (Scribner; 288 pages), are worthy contenders...
...revamp lighting. "The chandelier is this luxurious, celebratory lighting fixture," says Nadja Swarovski, 34, who runs communications for the firm. "We challenged designers to reinvent it for today." Twenty-seven of them accepted the dare, and last month seven of the collection's 17 pieces - including Yves Béhar's Nest, above, a glowing cyclone suspended by strands of crystal, and Matali Crasset's Plexiglas Sky - were displayed at the Art Basel fair in Miami. All the fixtures are for sale through Swarovski. Karl Lagerfeld already bought one, though at $7,000 and up, the prices cast their...
...revamp lighting. "The chandelier is this luxurious, celebratory lighting fixture," says Nadja Swarovski, 34, who runs communications for the firm. "We challenged designers to reinvent it for today." Twenty- seven of them accepted the dare, and this month seven of the collection's 17 pieces--including Yves Béhar's Nest, above, a glowing cyclone suspended by strands of crystal, and Matali Crasset's Plexiglas Sky--were displayed at the Art Basel fair in Miami. All the fixtures are for sale through Swarovski. Karl Lagerfeld already bought one, though at $7,000 and up, the prices cast their own shadow...
...another joke that received laughter from the senior class, Summers rhymed, “You’ll leave the Yard, but you’ll never leave Har-Vard...
Jerry's landscaping business is probably the best metaphor for what Aloft is about: he's a professional smoother-over of things, a burier of hatchets and skeletons and whatever else would look prettier covered by a manicured lawn or a bluestone patio or a Har-Tru tennis court. Of course, Lee isn't the first to point out that the suburbs hide uncharted depths of misery and discontentment--Updike, Rick Moody and John Cheever, among many others, have been here before. But Lee's portrait feels somehow more up-to-date than anything else out there, complete with postboom...