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...prime ribs served at the annual banquet for "lifers'' at one Massachusetts facility or the federal court order that required North Carolina to equip each of 13 prisons with a set of drums, three guitars and five Frisbees. Both of those examples were mentioned in a November 1994 Reader's Digest article that has become, if not a manifesto, then at least a ready inventory of gripes for the no-frills movement...
...Cindy Crawford. None of the usual product-pushing, hypey stuff." Nor is Word bothered--as its writers pursue such burning questions as "Do rock-'n'-roll musicians ever actually experience sexual rejection?"--by the usual constraints of paper, printing or distribution costs. Word goes straight from editor to reader without sacrificing any trees...
...less beguiled reader might have turned away when the author, a couple of years ago, came out with a sequel, The Streets of Laredo. There were problems; Call was an old man, and McCrae had died toward the end of Lonesome Dove, after their Hat Creek Cattle Co.'s long drive to Montana. But Laredo worked as a tip of the author's sweat-stained Stetson to Lonesome Dove, and that was good enough...
McMurtry has a fine time with youthful damnfoolishness, and so does the reader. The young Rangers are randy and daft, and so coltish around women that, as in Lonesome Dove, they refer to sexual congress as a "poke." Call and McCrae survive by dumb luck, though it's not clear by adventure's end that either has learned a dime's worth of sense. In fact, they are still...
Which sets the reader to musing: by rough calculation, there are about three decades of imprudence and dusty commotion to get through before they become the leathery, intermittently shrewd men of Lonesome Dove. The prequel hasn't really completed its job. Obviously a postprequel or two is required before the central novel can decently begin. Buffalo Hump still lurks. McCrae seems about to marry, though surely not if the sly heartbreaker in the general store is thinking clearly. And the great-grandlitters of pigs not yet born and rattlers not yet hatched must colonize the town of Lonesome Dove...