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...happy warrior on the trail; now he's a grim one, the flat-tax Terminator who repeats his lines by rote and marches relentlessly from event to event. While he has proved he has the fortitude for the race, some of the twinkle has gone out from behind those thick glasses...
Well, sure. Something has happened to the American psyche, even in the highest tax brackets, that has given Detroit a jolt of renewed self-esteem and left foreign manufacturers struggling in the dust. Even looking backward, it is not clear why. Maybe the baby boomers, grown thick in the waist, were bored with being sensible. Without any question--the brief dawn a few years ago of the tiny, puppyish Miata sports convertible aside--cars had grown tedious and indistinguishable. A Lexus or a BMW or a Mercedes said, "I've got mine, and I'm rich." A Volkswagen Golf...
...measure of just how bleak those days were that this gleaming instant came when Alan at last read the thick contract from their health plan, Health Net of Woodland Hills, California. Like most Americans enrolled in such plans, the couple had never studied the document. Now, however, the specifics had become a matter of vital interest. "Good news," Alan announced from his end of the family sofa in Murietta, California. "It's covered...
...paintings tend to be objects: thick wooden boards, never canvas, and heavily framed. The paint is constantly reworked--not fiddled with, but glazed and obliterated over the years by successive coats. Each is a palimpsest, one improvisation partly burying another but leaving hints of it behind. Pigment covers the frame as well as the board, wanting to overrun the confines of surface. Even when Hodgkin's paintings are on the wall, you think of picking them up, the small ones especially, and hefting them in your hand. Dense, resistant lumps of color, real things in the real world--a status...
What follows is not supposed to be funny, but sure enough, the boyfriend whom Caroline jilted with a Dear John note when she fled town a quarter-century ago is still single, not too thick around the waist, and still carries the torch. He's also, natch, the prosecuting attorney who intends to jug Caroline's niece--who, it develops, is not really her niece, but ... Tension mounts. So do the old lovers. But the tale's prevailing oddity is that Caroline is not convincingly female. Not that she should cry or lose earrings, but as things...