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Both men pursue Sylv, played by Elizabeth Price. Price captures Slyv's delight in seeing the men fight over her. Such moments of delight are fleeting in the face of her lack of hope at ever achieving independence. Price is able to alternate moments of giggly joy and deep despair with ease...
...When the telephone range at Trygve Haavelmo's house in Oslo yesterday morning, there was none of the usual surprised-by-joy reaction of a fellow learning he has been awarded the $455,000 Nobel Economics Prize," Warsh writes. "Instead, Hsavelmo was vexed about being called at home. He told the Reuter reporter: I Don't like the ideas of such prizes. I'm not going to talk about this on the phone, and I haven't thought it through. Don't write anything." The 78-year-old theorist then went out and was not heard from for the rest...
...character chooses the "weaker" of two men -- not the lonely boy inured to pain but the proud public man, used to cosseting. Candida's fail-safe feminist speech enlivens the otherwise kittenish and cloying Broadway debut of Mary Steenburgen, an Oscar winner for Melvin and Howard. But the real joy is watching fellow film star Robert Sean Leonard (Dead Poets Society, Swing Kids) as her coltish adolescent admirer. He brings quiet reality to the most extravagant talk and gawkily comic gestures and makes one think the play should be called, after him, Marchbanks...
...tells his son Emilio in the quote that opens the book. "But this apparatus, in my opinion, captures not only the superficial qualities of its subjects but also, because of the time it takes to properly collect light, their feelings, as they settle on the subjects' expressions; sadness and joy and worry, with variations therein, are collected on the plate...
...journey around the Gulf War's edges is a useful reminder of what went on. Just before the shooting started, his travelogue of Baghdad ("unusually ugly lampposts") has the flip quality of a travel piece. In Amman, Jordan, violently pro-Saddam, the streets "hummed with a mean joy. At last somebody was killing Jews." In Tel Aviv, he discovers women who deck their gas-mask kits in velvet. After the 100-hour land war, incinerated Iraqi corpses burn off the vapors of his irony; in liberated Kuwait City, he tracks through apartments fouled by soldiers' dung. Back in postwar Baghdad...