Word: clark
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Ronald W. Clark writes about scientists who have impacted history, but whom history has often overlooked. About five years ago he produced a well-written and well-received tome on the life and times of Albert Einstein. This year he has done the same with Edison: The Man Who Made the Future. Edison is a difficult subject to tackle. Much has already been written about him; Clark's biography was preceded by at least a dozen others. Clark could have written a valuable book if he had taken the time to analyze Edison's importance in American history, to provide...
...belatedly entered the supersonic sweepstakes by initiating regular Tu-144 flights on a little-traveled run between Moscow and Alma-Ata, an industrial city of 860,000 near the Chinese border. Price of a one-way ticket on the once-a-week flight: $113. TIME Moscow Bureau Chief Marsh Clark was the first Western passenger to step aboard the supersonic transport on its inaugural flight and filed this report...
...life when he is gossiping with truckers; his caretaker son (Paul Le Mat) who sets himself up as a kind of CB vigilante, policing those who abuse CB privileges; an athletic-coach brother (Bruce McGill) who hates both of them and anonymously threatens vengeance on them; a schoolteacher (Candy Clark) who has had it off with both of them, but who turns out to be the aforementioned dirty talker and is sexually alive only when she's plugged into the Citizens Band...
...Globe from Washington. There, as in other assignments, he became known for meticulous research. That has been both more imperative and more difficult for Munro in Peking, for he does not read or speak Chinese and often has to rely on interpreters. But as Globe Managing Editor Clark Davey notes, Munro remains "a student in every sense of the word...
...Randy Clark, as Luisa's father Bellomy, and Stu Cleland, as Matt's father Hucklebee, are satisfactory, if uninspired. They are cramped by a script that demands they do little else but cultivate their gardens, whine about the natcher'l contrariness of young'uns and congratulate each other for manipulating their children into falling in love. We would like to laugh at these semi-competent parents, clad entirely in suburban plaids, but there is no one to whom they can play the foils, and the satire falls flat. Still, they do a fine job with their duets, singing and dancing...