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...weekend, crews were still sifting rubble for four missing persons. Mostly the searchers turned up not corpses but the mere record of lives: a half-buried checkbook, a Christmas-tree stand, a little red wagon crushed under a beam. In Del City, Monica Hicks wandered the vacant lot that had been her home and remarked, "I knew it would be bad, but I didn't prepare myself for this. My three-year-old said, 'Mommy, the tornado ate our house.'" Hicks spotted a pink plastic Cadillac on the ground with a doll at the wheel and broke into a loopy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Funnel of Death | 5/17/1999 | See Source »

Perhaps Silverstein's greatest work was The Giving Tree, which told a deceptively simple story about a tree "who loved a little boy." The tree, in her love for the boy, gives everything of herself--quite literally--to a boy who selfishly takes...

Author: By Richard S. Lee, | Title: Sidewalk Ends for Silverstein | 5/12/1999 | See Source »

...children, The Giving Tree is a metaphor for unrequited parental love. For adults, it has been interpreted as a everything from a religious parable to a cynical look at adulthood. A symposium on the book was held in 1995, where distinguished scholars debated the book's underlying meaning...

Author: By Richard S. Lee, | Title: Sidewalk Ends for Silverstein | 5/12/1999 | See Source »

...Giving Tree is just one example of how Silverstein's work for children was embraced by children and adults alike. And this is what made him a master. In 1975, Silverstein told Publisher's Weekly, "I would hope that people, no matter what age, would find something to identify with in my books, pick up one and experience a personal sense of discovery...

Author: By Richard S. Lee, | Title: Sidewalk Ends for Silverstein | 5/12/1999 | See Source »

...room? Don't I fight for my right to party? I smile as I recall the wealthy, cookie-cutter suburb of New York City where I grew up. Maybe I'm not quite ready to break out the turntables and drop rhymes like my childhood in a multi-acre, tree-lined estate compels me to. But at least my relationship with hip-hop goes beyond a fondness for the Fat Boys. Because when I was growing up, everyone's father was a lawyer, and everyone's mother was a real estate agent. And you're going to tell me that...

Author: By Richard D. Ma, | Title: This Ol' Dirty Bastard: How I Came to Terms with My Hip-Hop Roots | 5/6/1999 | See Source »

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