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...fourth and final big story from the weekend might have gone unnoticed to even the most scrupulous sports page reader. The Harvard women's volleyball team garnered two big wins over the weekend, beating Columbia on Friday and Cornell on Saturday...
...life? Nobody knows for sure. Don't believe the magazine polls that have Americans mating energetically two or three times a week. Those surveys are inflated from the start by the people who fill them out: Playboy subscribers, for example, who brag about their sex lives in reader-survey cards. Even the famous Kinsey studies - which caused such a scandal in the late 1940s and early '50s by reporting that half of American men had extramarital affairs - were deeply flawed. Although Alfred Kinsey was a biologist by training (his expertise was the gall wasp), he compromised science and took...
...saga ends in 1951, by which time the young artist has, more or less, come of age. He had one hell of a time getting there -- and the reader has had a hell of a time too, swept along by the potent names, the glamorous and seedy settings, and Rorem's gift for the sometimes penetrating, some-times facile bon mot. (Debunking originality in art: "Anyone can build a better mousetrap, but it still snares the same old mice...
...mother's artistic integrity. If Gray Sexton were to insist that her mother was a certifiable lunatic then what would she be saying about her poetry? Instead the author is quick to illustrate how gifted her mother was and how deliberate her work had become. The author tells the reader that ever since Anne Sexton's psychiatrist had suggested she write poetry in addition to her therapy, she took to her task completely, making writing her number one priority. Gray Sexton details the workshops, classes and rewrites in which her mother engaged. To her credit, the author is as concerned...
...still every year my [Halloween] candy lasts until Easter. I eat one piece a day. Who says you can't control your life?" Explaining how her mother sometimes liked to bake, Gray Sexton states, "If you can bake cookies, you can't be too crazy." The author frustrates her reader, interrupting the flow of emotion with these absurd statements which seem to make light of the situations at hand. When Gray Sexton writes that her mother, in workshops, "never embarassed me [Linda], even when I had written something truly terrible. Never once did she laugh at my nalvete, my cliches...