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...title sequence of the book takes the reader through a tour of Dante's tomb. Schnackenberg's meditation on the poet becomes a lament for the loss of a great poetic tradition. The speaker grieves that "no one will ever bother to cast again" the stunning images he created. The tone becomes less pessimistic as Schnackenberg begins to blur the lines between past and present: "There is a flood remnant...As if the Samaritan woman's water jar/Had been hurled against the wall, and was still dripping...Or it may be only a freshly washed floor/ Whose little lakes...
BOOKS: Joy to the Reader...
...wore himself out in 63 years, but he never wears down biographer David Thomson, and despite a length more appropriate to the life of a world leader than that of a relatively minor -- though never inconspicuous -- movie producer, Thomson's book never wears down the reader either. Partly that's because Thomson is a writer of rare grace as well as a shrewd, knowledgeable and critically astute observer of high Hollywood's golden years. Partly it is because, despite many exasperating sins and shortcomings, David O. Selznick was a curiously likable...
...holiday spirit moves you, gentle reader, send me a Christmas present. I live in Winthrop House, room E-24. Or stop by and watch me light Hannukah candles for eight nights starting next Saturday, while I shiver in an unheated suite slaving away over my thesis while everyone else has flown home to frolic in the snow...
...year-old. His interest is caught by yucky death scenes and weird delusions, and he doesn't really care that these aren't the real horrors that adults deal with. "Wouldn't it be neat if, see, she gets her husband to fall down an old well," the reader imagines King thinking, "and he yells up at her to help him. She just smiles and kind of falls asleep, and the next thing she knows he's climbed up the inside of the well, and he grabs her by the foot, and she can feel his slimy, bloody hand...