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...start withdrawing troops from the Gaza Strip. The withdrawal has been delayed, but to demonstrate their scorn for the deadline before it had even passed, members of Islamic Jihad, an extremist Muslim fundamentalist group, decided to deploy a weapon only recently borrowed from Muslim radicals elsewhere -- the suicide car bomber. So early Monday morning at a highway intersection just outside the Gaza City limits, Aziz sped the ambulance toward an Israeli patrol. The soldiers opened fire, and the bullets ignited canisters of propane that Aziz had packed inside the auto. Three Israelis were slightly wounded...
...West Bank 1 Palestinian suicide bomber crashed his car into...
...Bomber's Law by George V. Higgins (Henry Holt; 296 pages) would work superbly as a play, and if you typed it up in scenes and acts instead of chapters, that's what it would be. Scene 1 sets matters moving briskly, though without corpses or car chases: two cops who hate each other's guts are sitting in a Chevy Blazer, doing some kind of surveillance near Boston. And talking. Always talking, in Higgins' novels; mean, edged, sly talk that goes on endlessly and, it seems, aimlessly until, to the astonishment of talkers and readers, it has coiled around...
...Bomber's Law by George V. Higgins (Henry Holt; 296 pages; $22.50) would work superbly as a play, and if you typed it up in scenes and acts instead of chapters, that's what it would be. Scene 1 sets matters moving briskly, though without corpses or car chases: two cops who hate each other's guts are sitting in a Chevy Blazer, doing some kind of surveillance near Boston. And talking. Always talking, in Higgins' novels; mean, edged, sly talk that goes on endlessly and, it seems, aimlessly until, to the astonishment of talkers and readers, it has coiled...
...comic frame is the key that enabled Lichtenstein to unlock his nostalgia for experiences he was old enough to have had but didn't -- he went into a pilot training program in Mississippi in 1944 and might have been that pink boy embracing his sweetheart in front of the bomber. His girls are the nymphs of a lost Arcadia of gush, as remote from us now as Gibson girls were from the '60s. Their innocence is oddly counterpointed by the naivete with which they are painted...