Word: inhabitants
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...drawn from knowledge, not research. His protagonist, James Maitland, with a fresh doctorate from Louvain, is a 29-year-old priest teaching history in a Catholic House of Studies. Set off as it is against the Mediterranean glitter of Sydney's splendid harbor and the sunburned hedonists who inhabit it, this comfortless, twilit gothic barracks with an "eczema of stained glass," emphasizes one of the book's controlling ironies. For Maitland fits neither world, though he can swim like a fish in the troubled waters of theology...
...More Risk. The Cabinet took no decision on the future of just over 1,000,000 Arabs who inhabit the occupied territories, most of them living on the West Bank. But the new settlements and towns represent the "operative stage" of a far larger plan that encompasses these Arabs as well. That plan bears the signature of Deputy Premier Yigal Allon and dates back to the 1967 war, when he offered it as a suggestion to Premier Levi Eshkol while the guns were still firing. A month and three days after the fighting stopped, he presented his plan...
...Well, I've been discriminated against, I was a second-class citizen and so I'm going to do something about it." But they still continue to practice the same discrimination. You can't even get a job as a dishwasher in certain areas they inhabit...
...Planet of the Vampires, Kill Baby Kill). In the tradition of Edgar G. Ulmer and the more outlandishly-scripted Charbol melodramas, Bava films wretched nonsense with great style, color, and originality. Don't attempt to inject meaning into this tale of a Super-thief and his sexy girlfriend who inhabit a sumptuous underwater playground which makes Dr. No's look like Rindge Tech. It doesn't matter: film-making as slick and out-landish as Bava's is quite infectious, and Danger: Diabolik proved one of the few pure pleasures...
...Nathanael West and Samuel Beckett. His characters parody themselves in obsessive dead-end conversations, groping their way circularly past each other through muddled clouds of private thought and uncertain motive. In this first novel, his descriptions of hotels, restaurants, odd corners of small towns and the seedy people who inhabit them, haunt the mind's eye. Yet Jones' real talent is for making the improbable seem necessary and the grotesque plausibly humdrum. Perhaps because Jones has caught lobsters, sold boats, worked on newspapers and taught school, his showy invasion of the private terrors that lurk just below...