Word: flashings
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...adoring her own reflection." It is easier to imagine the author of six novels -among them God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater and Cat's Cradle-as a zany but moral mod scientist at the controls of a literary time machine. He is George Orwell, Dr. Caligari and Flash Gordon compounded into one 45-year-old writer exploring the inner and outer spaces of the man-against-machine perplex. In his hands the Silly Putty of contemporary aspirations becomes the exploding plastic that symbolizes civilization's future. He seems to be saying with a near-confidential tone that...
...still seethes in the residue of April's unlearned lessons, and the aloof attitude of Mayor Henry Loeb and other officials hardly helps. This week the Southern Christian Leadership Conference convenes defiantly in the city where its founder was murdered. The S.C.L.C. national convention could bring Memphis to flash point...
...vein in rock music--one that sounds like no other group for more than the odd fleeting moment. If you can imagine a music that sounds a little like the Beach Boys in their early 'I Get Around' stage but harder, or like The Stones' 'Jumping Jack Flash' but harder, you have the Who at their medium mellowest, i.e. doing 'Out in the Street...
...news. Old who? Well, it's not quite the boss himself, folks. It's his cousin. To play the President, Central Casting tapped J. B. Peck, 66, retired sheriff of Garland, Texas, and L.B.J.'s somewhat look-alike first cousin. It's just a flash of his pan, and J.B. got a kick out of it all. But then, considering the relatively short-term market for his kind of role, he headed back to his job as security guard for the Dallas Cowboys football team...
...painter might, pausing now to frame a snow-banked brook and barnyard, now a pile of upturned boat hulls rotting in the winter sun. The country store, the local garage with the inevitable Coca-Cola sign and the railroad tracks piercing through the barren hills like a steel spine flash by in a blur of fast cuts. And always there is the distant, forlorn sound of cowbell and gull cry, wind and heaving...