Word: hatchets
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...movie is based on a book by Wayne Barrett of the Village Voice, hardly a Giuliani ally, which fed suspicion that it might be a hatchet job. Yes, it makes Giuliani look like a jerk, but that's both an insult and a compliment. You boo Rudy the jerk when he ends his marriage via a press conference, but you cheer Rudy the jerk when he pushes around insider traders and Mob bosses. Giuliani's philosophy was that it takes a tough guy to run a tough city. If that doesn't always come across prettily on screen, that...
...changed considerably in the past 100 years (for one thing, there’s no smoking during presidential deliberations), and continues to change at what seems like an accelerating rate. Technology guru Matt MacInnis ’02 was our first (extremely) openly gay president in 128 years. Hatchet-man extraordinaire Imtiyaz H. “Don’t tell anyone my middle name is Hussain!” Delawala ’03 is about to finish his tenure as our first-ever non-white president. And three weeks ago, I and the other outgoing 129th executives...
Welcome to the workplace of the jobless recovery, where keeping your position means that your In box swells, your pay and benefits shrink, and bathroom amenities don't magically appear. In an office haunted by the ghosts of laid-off employees, those workers who dodged the hatchet aren't necessarily the lucky ones. They must excel at their old jobs to avoid still looming staff cuts and must also juggle extra, unfamiliar duties...
...particular occasion, the value was limited. Two complexes suspected of being al-Qaeda staging posts were discovered with caches of hundreds of rocket-propelled grenade rounds, mines and ammunition, but the enemy was nowhere to be found; the most threatening local seemed to be an old woman carrying a hatchet over her shoulder and complaining about her uninvited guests...
When you are a writer with that many axes to grind, it's only a matter of time before you produce a novel about serial killers. Not that the offhand killings in Lullaby (Doubleday; 260 pages) involve anything so blunt as a hatchet. The murder weapons here are words. At fortysomething, Carl Streator has been a widower for 20 years. He is a recognizable Palahniuk character, the kind who deals with grief by building small scale models of churches, factories and houses, then stomping them to splinters until his feet bleed. Carl is a newspaper reporter working on a series...