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Will Leitch will be previewing/musing on every baseball team each weekday until the start of the season. You can pre-order his book and follow him on Twitter. Today: The Colorado Rockies.
With the possible exception of Tom Landry, Hank Stram and Vince Lombardi, baseball managers have always seemed more epic, uniquely American characters than football coaches. (Basketball coaches are always trying to sell you something.) These men, these old salts, they're not John Wayne: It's difficult to be stoic and taciturn when you are pulling a base out of the ground and throwing it. They're more like sea captains, grizzled veterans of maritime battle, prone to eruption, prickly but soft underneath. They are tempestuous, difficult-to-please fathers, whose approval we strive for, collectors of a Great Wisdom, hard-earned, that they have passed from generation to generation. To win their respect, a man must pay his dues. The great teams all had managers who guided them to the mountaintop. At the end of the season, through a champagne-soaked mustache, they would, at last, smile.
At least that's how I always imagined them. But then advanced baseball analysis came about, and it began to appear that managers didn't do all that much at all. Lineup construction was proven negligible. Specialization limited the number of decisions a manager had to make in the first place. High-def cameras placed within inches of every manager's face led to the sneaking suspicion that a large part of one's managerial job is sitting down, chewing gum and trying to avoid being caught picking one's nose. The job of a manager was broken down into: Don't destroy the young pitchers, don't punch your players in the face and don't sign up for Twitter. Like most revelations sabermetrics bring us, this made total logical sense and took a lot of fun out of the whole matter.
How, then, to explain the 2009 Colorado Rockies? At the time the Rockies fired manager Clint Hurdle, they were considered a lost cause. Bringing in Jim Tracy, a likable enough fellow but a retread who had crapped out of two jobs in three years, was seen as an interim solution to an unsolvable problem. Yeah, good luck with that, Tracy, we thought. Those crazy fluke Septembers only happen once a decade. The Rockies, of course, then took off, and were the best team in the National League the rest of the way, Tracy won Manager of the Year and all of a sudden the Rockies are healed and well and positioned for the future again. Now, a certain part of this is a misconception in the first place: Colorado wasn't as bad as they were before Tracy was hired, and they weren't as good as he was afterward. But look at that: 18-28 before, 74-42 afterward. That's not managing; that's alchemy.
How did he do it? You get the usual answers. He "changed the culture of the clubhouse" — under Jim Tracy, everybody sambas! — he squeezed out the most of the Rockies' natural talent, he provided a "steady, experienced hand." Baseball Prospectus 2010 says the answer lay in his lineup construction, which ... man, I thought that didn't matter? So confusing. (Theoretical land is difficult to navigate.) Now that Tracy has re-established his reputation, he's back doing what managers do best: Overmanaging. (Circling The Bases points out he rejiggered his spring training rotation so the Giants wouldn't see Ubaldo Jimenez pitch too often. In spring training.) He is now re-instituted as Manager Of High Regard. Until the Rockies finish one or two games below what people expected them to. Then he's just another schmuck like the rest of us. I doubt he has much to do with it either way.
If it goes wrong — and the Rockies are certainly talented this year, but we see how quickly our perception on that can alter — then he can become what all managers who aren't Tony LaRussa, John McGraw or Bobby Cox ultimately become: Fired managers. Tommy Lasorda once said, "Managing is like holding a dove in your hand. Squeeze too hard and you kill it; not hard enough and it flies away," but that sounds like Tommy Lasorda trying to sound important. I prefer Earl Weaver: "A manager's job is simple. For one hundred sixty-two games you try not to screw up all that smart stuff your organization did last December." A manager is a figurehead we love when we win and we hate when we lose. He is a totem. We project all that we lack and want onto him. Last year, Jim Tracy was a genius. This year, he might not be. Either way, we'll hold him responsible. At the end of the day, that does seem to be the job. He's just another guy without much control over anything. Like the rest of us.


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From the start of the American republic, the most tantalizing means of indulging a youthful desire for escape and re-creation has been the sojourn in Paris. It's a long tradition, amply described. The literature begins with the decorous engagements in the letters of Benjamin Franklin and Abigail Adams and leads soon enough to the earthier liaisons in "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" and "Tropic of Cancer." Much is promised to the prospective traveller: if not a passage of enlightenment or erotic adventure, then at least a taste for boiled innards and string beans done right. As Mrs. Adams wrote home, pleasure is the "business of life" in Paris—there is another way to live, in other words—and this is the lasting gift, and illusion, that every visiting American brings home in his bags.
To this day, countless children of American privilege arrive in the Latin Quarter, bent double under their backpacks and concealing a money belt holding a Eurail pass and a freshly squeezed carte orange. One of the pleasures of such an indolent, never-to-be-repeated existence is the liberty it provides the student on leave from academy-drafted reading lists and deadlines that frog-march undergraduates up and down "The Magic Mountain" in the time it took Hans Castorp to catch cold. In the late seventies, while on a sojourn of my own, I bought or borrowed my books at Shakespeare & Company, the destination for English-speaking waywards on the Rue de la Bûcherie near Notre-Dame. One afternoon, while I was browsing in the "used" section, a friend pulled down a paperback by A. J. Liebling for me. I'd heard of Liebling but never read him. He was a hero to some of the "new journalists" of the sixties and seventies, who put him in a nonfiction lineage that begins with Defoe. But Liebling had died fifteen years earlier, in 1963, and almost all of his books were out of print. Sitting on the floor, I started "The Sweet Science," with its introductory flourish:
**{: .break one} ** It is through Jack O'Brien, the Arbiter Elegantiarum Philadelphiae, that I trace my rapport with the historic past through the laying-on of hands. He hit me, for pedagogical example, and he had been hit by the great Bob Fitzsimmons, from whom he won the light-heavyweight title in 1906. Jack had a scar to show for it. Fitzsimmons had been hit by Corbett, Corbett by John L. Sullivan, he by Paddy Ryan, with the bare knuckles, and Ryan by Joe Goss, his predecessor, who as a young man had felt the fist of the great Jem Mace. It is a great thrill to feel that all that separates you from the early Victorians is a series of punches on the nose. I wonder if Professor Toynbee is as intimately attuned to his sources. The Sweet Science is joined onto the past like a man's arm to his shoulder. **
I read half the book right there and the rest that night. The Rubens canvases at the Louvre were checked off in my guidebook, but for me Liebling was now the Baroque. His descriptions of the postwar boxing scene at Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium, the Polo Grounds, the country training camps, and the midtown gyms constitute a self-enclosed comic universe, and, in the construction and the telling, his pieces are superior even to William Hazlitt's famous account of the "Gasman" Hickman-Bill Neat bout in Hungerford, Berkshire, in 1821, and Liebling's own cherished model, "Boxiana," the multivolume chronicles of the Regency-era fighters, by Pierce Egan. In a style of mock high diction undercut by the homeliness of the subject, of metaphorical flight and eccentric references—a style, in other words, that pays greater homage to the verbal dandyism of Egan (and Mencken and Runyon) than to the hardboiled approach of the tabloids—Liebling made the art of bruising and its practitioners as vivid as any country fair in Dickens. In "The Sweet Science"—in all his books—Liebling himself, the voice and the character, is immensely appealing: he is boundlessly curious, a listener, a boulevardier, a man of appetites and sympathy. He is erudite in an unsystematic, wised-up sort of way. His sentences are snaky and digressive, and thrive on the talk of the Times Square gyms and cigar stores. The boxing pieces are populated by the champions of his time—Ray Robinson, Joe Louis, Archie Moore, Rocky Marciano—but equally present are the artisans and satraps of the ring world, the sparring partners, the cut-and-bucket men and the professorial trainers, like Whitey Bimstein, who presided over Stillman's Gym, "the university of Eighth Avenue," as firmly as Robert Maynard Hutchins ran the University of Chicago. Bimstein was a prototypical Liebling cast member, New York to the bone. Asked about his experience outside the city, Bimstein allowed, "I like the country. It's a great spot."
Besotted with "The Sweet Science," I went back to Shakespeare & Company and took the only other Liebling on the shelf, a copy of "The Road Back to Paris," his first volume of dispatches from France during the Second World War. Combat journalism is prone to some of the same sins as sportswriting—the self-dramatizing narrative voice, the bogus pronouncements. Only the clichés, and the stakes, are different. Liebling, it was obvious, was incapable of cliché, and, if anything, he protested too adamantly his limitations as an observer of the world beyond home. He claimed innocence of high politics and the scale of evil he was about to engage: "Hitler had seemed to me revolting but unimportant, like old Gómez, the dictator of Venezuela." The only way he was prepared to imagine the German enemy was through homey, ahistorical analogy. "I did not think about Germany," he wrote. "When I was a small child I had had a succession of German governesses all indistinguishably known to me as Fraülein. They had been servile to my parents and domineering to me, stupid, whining, loud, and forever trying to frighten me with stories of children who had been burned to a crisp or eaten by an ogre because they had disobeyed other Fraüleins. . . . Anybody who had had a German governess could understand Poland."
Liebling's subjects in his maturity bloomed from the appetites and interests of his youth. As a reporter, he was both observer and memoirist, seeing and looking within. His love of New York became "Back Where I Came From"; an attention to battle and a passion for France led to "The Road to Paris," "Mollie and Other War Pieces," and "Normandy Revisited"; a romance with newspapers led to the criticism of "The Press" and "The Wayward Pressman"; his taste for rogues of all varieties became "The Telephone Booth Indian," "The Honest Rainmaker," and "The Earl of Louisiana." The early passions are always present. His last book, "Between Meals," is as much about the memory of exultant living as it is about the gigot d'agneau on his plate.
Abbott Joseph Liebling was not born to the demimonde. His father was a penniless Jewish immigrant from Austria who had become prosperous as a furrier. His mother was from a wellto-do Jewish family in San Francisco. By the time of Liebling's birth, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, a century ago—on October 18, 1904—there was no taste for religion in the house; any trace of the shtetl or the Lower East Side had been fairly expunged. The aspiration was toward comfort and a variety of Americanness. The Lieblings lived first in apartments in Manhattan and then in an oak-shaded house near the beaches of Far Rockaway. They were attended by a string of fräuleins, German maids, cooks, and family attendants, along with a "houseman" named Louis, "a Tyrolese from Meran." There were trips to Europe beginning when our hero was three, and, always, dinners at good restaurants in town.
Liebling, who started out "Abbott" and eventually insisted on "Joe," was the sort of brainy child who did not seem to mind that he was neither handsome nor athletic. He was plump and pigeon-toed, and had tiny, delicate hands, but he also had a certain confidence. (In middle age, he crowned his avoirdupois with thick-lensed, wire-rimmed spectacles and a bowler—gestures of the selfassured.) He did well in school in a happily random sort of way. With equal enthusiasm he memorized the names of Napoleon's marshals, the cast of "The Pickwick Papers," and the characters in the Sunday funnies. His guide to the greater world and to his own future was contained in the armload of papers his father brought home from work every day: "It is impossible for me to estimate how many of my early impressions of the world, correct and the opposite, came to me through newspapers. Homicide, adultery, no-hit pitching, and Balkanism were concepts that, left to my own devices, I would have encountered much later in life."
Following a semi-successful run at Dartmouth (from which he was booted for missing chapel once too often), Liebling attended Columbia's journalism school. Indifferent to the curriculum and its modest expectations, he studied French and translated the erotica of Restif de la Bretonne on the side. Otherwise, he wrote later in "The Wayward Pressman," the program had "all the intellectual status of a training school for future employees of the A & P." Like many novice reporters, he had literary ambitions, which at first he took to be the province of fiction. Over the years, he began and abandoned many short stories and longer pieces, including a novel called "The Girl with the Cauliflower Ear: A Romance," about a female boxer named Eula who, after plunging into an aquarium tank in a moment of suicidal doubt, falls in love with an ichthyologist.
After finishing at Columbia, Liebling had a brief apprenticeship on the Evening World, which opened up a gaudy landscape of police shacks, curbside tragedies, and late-night card games. Liebling took to it. A press pass for a child of the Rockaway bourgeoisie was a ticket to experience, without experience's costs. "I liked to pound up tenement stairs and burst in on families disarranged by sudden misfortune," he wrote about his first assignments as a reporter. "It gave me a chance to make contact with people I would never otherwise have met, and I learned almost immediately what every reporter knows, that most people are eager to talk about their troubles and are rather flattered by the arrival of the World or the Journal." He went on to a beginner's job in the Times sports department, where he was charged with writing up basketball box scores, a chore that bored him to such a degree that he occasionally wrote Ignoto—"Unknown," in Italian—in the space reserved for the name of the referee. Some nights, according to Liebling, Ignoto officiated games throughout the city. Liebling claimed that when this crime was discovered his boss fired him for being irresponsible. He told the story repeatedly, and with relish, and it may even have been true. What is surely the case, his biographer Raymond Sokolov makes plain, is that Liebling was an indifferent stenographer. He had no future at the Times.
In 1926, Liebling's father came to the rescue by asking him if he might like to suspend his career (he was now starting work at the Journal in Providence) and take a year to "study" in Paris. Never has a son been in such ready agreement with his protector:
**{: .break one} ** I sensed my father's generous intention, and, fearing that he might change his mind, I told him that I didn't feel I should go, since I was indeed thinking of getting married. "The girl is ten years older than I am," I said, "and Mother might think she is kind of fast, because she is being kept by a cotton broker from Memphis, Tennessee, who only comes North once in a while. But you are a man of the world, and you understand that a woman can't always help herself. Basically . . ." Within the week, I had a letter of credit on the Irving Trust for two thousand dollars, and a reservation on the old Caronia for late in the summer, when the off-season rates would be in effect. **
Thus began what surely must be recorded as the most salubrious year abroad since Flaubert left for Egypt. France was, for yet another American, a sentimental education. "I liked the sensation of immersion in a foreign element, as if floating in a summer sea, only my face out of water, and a pleasant buzzing in my ears," Liebling later wrote. "I was often alone, but seldom lonely." His monthly drawing account was sufficient to bankroll the young man's desire to study (lightly) at the Sorbonne and to dine (with relish) at the best of Paris's lower-priced restaurants. Liebling began to eat, and eat, as if his life, and his eventual livelihood, depended on it. It was soon his contention that, just as a fighter must put in his roadwork to extend his stamina for the later rounds, so, too, must a true eater (and fledgling food writer) consume enormously if he is to have a range of dietary experience worth sharing. What would he have to say, after all, on a diet of soda water and scrambled eggs? Proust's madeleine was a mere "tea biscuit" and a barrier to greater literary achievement: "In the light of what Proust wrote with so mild a stimulus, it is the world's loss that he did not have a heartier appetite. On a dozen Gardiners Island oysters, a bowl of clam chowder, a peck of steamers, some bay scallops, three sautéed soft-shelled crabs, a few ears of fresh-picked corn, a thin swordfish steak of generous area, a pair of lobsters, and a Long Island duck, he might have written a masterpiece."
It was under the instruction of Yves Mirande, a Parisian legend of both the stage and the plate, that Liebling learned to eat with ambition. In a typical meal, he followed the order of Darwinian evolution, beginning with the bivalves and halting only at the primates. As he writes in "Between Meals," Mirande was for him a tutor of the heart and the body:
**{: .break one} ** In the restaurant on the Rue Saint-Augustin, M. Mirande would dazzle his juniors, French and American, by dispatching a lunch of raw Bayonne ham and fresh figs, a hot sausage in crust, spindles of filleted pike in a rich rose sauce Nantua, a leg of lamb larded with anchovies, artichokes on a pedestal of foie gras, and four or five kinds of cheese, with a good bottle of Bordeaux and one of champagne, after which he would call for the Armagnac and remind Madame to have ready for dinner the larks and ortolans she had promised him, with a few langoustes and a turbot—and, of course, a fine civet made from the marcassin, or young wild boar, that the lover of the leading lady in his current production had sent up from his estate in the Sologne. "And while I think of it," I once heard him say, "we haven't had any woodcock for days, or truffles baked in the ashes, and the cellar is becoming a disgrace—no more '34s and hardly any '37s. Last week, I had to offer my publisher a bottle that was far too good for him, simply because there was nothing between the insulting and the superlative." **
When Liebling came home to New York, he proceeded to campaign for a job on Joseph Pulitzer's World, which carried the work of James M. Cain and Walter Lippmann and was known at the time as "the writer's paper." In order to attract the attention of the city editor, James W. Barrett, Liebling hired an out-of-work Norwegian seaman to walk for three days outside the Pulitzer Building, on Park Row, wearing sandwich boards that read, "Hire Joe Liebling." Barrett took no notice of the sandwich boards, but another editor hired Liebling as a freelance feature writer after reading one of his pieces. Now Liebling could begin hanging out at the saloons and night clubs, the racetracks and corner stores, where he met the harmless "parliament of monsters" who eventually appeared in "Back Where I Came From" and "The Honest Rainmaker." The World was an all-access ticket for Liebling, then in his late twenties. He felt tickled to call it a job.
"The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty,' " he wrote. "Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus, sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings. The Sunday World was a dry-stall interlude in my wanderings."
Things turned chilly and damp after 1931, when the perfidious Roy Howard bought the World and merged it with his Evening Telegram to form the World-Telegram; but, in the meantime, Liebling, working alongside his new colleague and friend Joseph Mitchell, was set free to interview the likes of Casey Stengel and Louis-Ferdinand Céline, cover pinochle tournaments, and make heroes of the self-appointed "mayors" of various city neighborhoods. One of the commonplaces of feature writing at the time was a tendency to embroider. That is, there was a lot of making things up or, at the very least, helping things along. What is now a hanging offense was then a risible misdemeanor. Details were embellished, colors heightened, dialogue faked. Liebling was a superior reporter and writer, but he also availed himself of the era's advantages. At this point, there is no telling precisely what his characters said and what Liebling supplied. Without making excuses for him, one can say that he did seem to make genre distinctions: his work on more serious matters—the war, the press—was factual. The rules have changed radically, and Liebling's gifts and reporting energies were such that he would surely have had little trouble adjusting to them, in a poolroom or on a battlefield.
Liebling joined Harold Ross's New Yorker in 1935, when he was thirty. He was informed that five stories were "reserved" for him, including "Africa, Big Game, Hunting In" and "Billiardists, Finger-Technique, Exploits." Nothing much came of that. But, after an awkward year in which he stuck too closely to the conventions of newspaper feature writing, Liebling had his first triumph at the magazine, doing all the reporting for a three-part Profile of a preacher and mountebank named Father Divine. The piece, which was written mainly by St. Clair McKelway and was published under the title "Who Is This King of Glory?," helped Liebling get accustomed to the time and the space that no newspaper could afford him. He also perfected a singular interviewing style; according to Brendan Gill, he would "sit facing the person from whom he intended to elicit information; and then sit there and sit there, silently. . . . Liebling's method left the interviewee unnerved and at a loss as to what he was expected to defend himself against; by the time Liebling had put the first question to him, he was ready to babble almost any indiscretion."
Along with Mitchell, who fled the World-Telegram and joined the New Yorker staff in 1938, Liebling soon transformed the magazine. In voice and carriage, the two men complemented each other. They walked the city together and ate lunch together at the Red Devil and Villa Nova and drank at Bleeck's and Costello's, and, on weekends, they went to the Rockaway beaches together to wade in the ocean and listen to the crowds. Mitchell was a courtly North Carolinian; unlike Liebling, he came at the city from the outside in, though his sympathy for its characters was no less absolute. The temperaments of the two men, especially on the page, diverged. In person, Liebling could be unnervingly quiet, but in print he was an ebullient Falstaff to Mitchell's Feste, the melancholic clown in "Twelfth Night." Liebling was ribaldly comic, prolific, a writer of big effects, while Mitchell could be as spare in his line as he was in his output. (Mitchell died in 1996, outliving Liebling by thirty-three years, but he stopped publishing after his masterpiece, "Joe Gould's Secret," ran in the magazine, in 1964—just eight months after Liebling's valedictory essay, "Paysage de Crépuscule.")
What Liebling and Mitchell shared most intensely was a love for the city and an unpretentious yet serious interest in the higher reaches of journalism. For his part, Liebling admired, and meant to emulate, the British writers of the eighteenth century who observed every corner of society, the Fancy who ruled things and the Poor who feigned to listen; he favored above all the ones who wrote least stingily both in volume and in metaphorical profusion—Defoe, Egan, and Hazlitt. Liebling also called on influences as varied as George Borrow, the British literary adventurer and Bible salesman, and Ibn Khaldun, the fourteenth-century Tunisian historian, and commonly quoted them for historical authority and ironic flavoring. Liebling's office contained just what his readers might have expected: stacks of newspapers, unfinished manuscripts, a three-volume edition of "Boxiana," Harold Nicolson's "The Congress of Vienna," the collected Camus, the latest Annual Report of the New-York Historical Society, Stendhal's "Journal," and von Bernhardi's "Cavalry in War and Peace."
Joy, pure and immediate, is a rare literary experience. Liebling provides it. And, from everything we know, joy is what he felt in the creating. No matter what else he may have been facing in his life—misery in marriage, persistent debt, the obesity and sickness that were the price of his appetites—he revelled in his work. Liebling so enjoyed himself at the offices of The New Yorker, where he worked for twenty-eight years, that he could be heard humming and snorting with laughter as he pulled the sheets from his typewriter and read them over. He knocked himself out, if he did say so himself. Reticence was not his way. Like Trollope polishing off several thousand words before leaving for his day job as surveyor general of Waltham Cross, Liebling wrote at a blinding rate, publishing hundreds of pieces, of all lengths, colors, and moods. He was occasionally seen in the magazine's bathroom stripped to the waist, washing up after a night's exertion at his Remington.
Despite Liebling's prodigious output at the magazine, and the collection of those pieces into books, he never ceased to see himself as a melancholy "wage slave," forever in debt. His letters, hundreds of them, are filled with the details of his shortfalls, tax problems, and dunning notices. His first wife, Ann McGinn, whom he married in 1934, had grown up in an orphanage and, as it soon became evident, was schizophrenic; she required long and expensive hospital stays. Even after their separation, Liebling continued to pay most of her bills. She suffered from hallucinations and "fugue states"; she would sometimes get up from a restaurant table, walk out the door, and disappear for days. Liebling's second wife, Lucille Spectorsky, was a spendthrift whom one friend, the New Yorker editor Gardner Botsford, recalls as "a big blonde from rural Kentucky, amiable if dumb." Liebling's only moments of conjugal peace came with the writer Jean Stafford, who had been married, unhappily, to Robert Lowell. Their union was hardly a picnic on the lawn—there was a great deal of drinking and decline, and Stafford stopped writing—but the four years they spent together were the least miserable either one had known.
And yet, professionally, Liebling was almost never blocked or unlucky. In 1939, when Harold Ross began to prepare for the coming war, he sent Liebling to Paris, a move that seems perfectly right now but occurred mostly because the magazine's correspondent in France, Janet Flanner, had to rush home to her ailing mother, and because, as Liebling recalled, "I had spent several man-hours of barroom time impressing St. Clair McKelway, then managing editor, with my profound knowledge of France." As Liebling readily admitted, he was not exactly Ernie Pyle but, rather, a New York reporter of a particular kind. "There is an old proverb that a girl may sleep with one man without being a trollop, but let a man cover one little war and he is a war correspondent," he wrote in "The Road Back to Paris." "I belong to the one-war category. I have made no appearances for Mr. Colton Leigh, the lecture agent, either in a gas mask or out of one, and I have no fascinating reminiscences about Addis Ababa or the Cliveden set. Prior to October 1938 my only friends were prize fighters' seconds, Romance philologists, curators of tropical fish, kept women, promoters of spit-and-toilet-paper night clubs, bail bondsmen, press agents for wrestlers, horse clockers, newspaper reporters, and female psychiatrists." Ross was wary of this experience, and his advice to Liebling was "For God's sake keep away from low-life." Liebling was convinced that Ross was trying to "disinfect" the magazine and publish only pieces about "Supreme Court justices and the Persian Room of the Plaza." Nevertheless, he promised to keep his coverage "reasonably clean and high-class" and booked a ticket on a Pan American Clipper to Lisbon.
Reading Liebling's pieces from Paris (and, later, from London and the North African front), you don't get a coherent idea of the course of the war. There is little talk of high politics or the over-all battlefield. But such coherence, the editors must have calculated, was the business of the Times in the short run and the historians in the long. What Liebling in his frequent dispatches provided was a richly textured sense of the day-to-day reality of occupation, invasion, and battle—a foxhole successor of "Homage to Catalonia," a forerunner of "Dispatches." In Paris, Liebling installed himself at the Hotel Louvois, looked up some old friends, and eventually followed the retreat of the government to Tours and then to Bordeaux.
Gardner Botsford, then an officer in the First Infantry Division, met him in Caumont, France, one afternoon. "One's first view of Liebling dressed for combat was a memorable one," Botsford writes in his memoir, "A Life of Privilege, Mostly." He continues:
**{: .break one} ** The only Army pants big enough to button around the magisterial paunch left him with a vast, drooping seat behind, a flapping void big enough to hold a beach umbrella. The legs of the pants were tucked into knee-high gaiters left over from the Spanish-American War, leading to a pair of thin-soled lounge-lizard civilian shoes. Other correspondents generally tried to look more military and more warlike than any soldier—parachutists' boots, aviators' scarves, tankers' jackets—but Liebling was not one to pretend. He was a correspondent, not a soldier, and he looked it. **
As a correspondent, Liebling took history personally. The collapse of France, in June, 1940, was a tragedy not only for the French. "France represented for me the historical continuity of intelligence and reasonable living," he wrote. "When this continuity is broken, nothing anywhere can have meaning until it is reëstablished. After the Munich settlement I began to be anxious." At war, Liebling no longer employs the high-diction, low-reference voice of his city pieces. Though he was a writer of voluble digression and irony, he also knew something about control and modulation. His sentences are tighter, more direct, less jokey. In "Quest for Mollie," Liebling tells of travelling during one offensive on La Piste Forestière, a dirt road on the northern coast of Tunisia, where Allied forces had fought Italian and German troops, and coming across the refuse of fighting—"bits of the war . . . like beads on a string." He encountered a lone corpse, "a private known as Mollie." A month later, after the Allied victory in North Africa, Liebling heard more about "Mollie," evidently a colorful native of Hell's Kitchen, and so, back in New York, he moves around the city, from bar to union headquarters, reconstructing the often contradictory details of Mollie's life, and giving an ordinary young man a representative immortality. "When I walk through the West Side borderland between Times Square and the slums, where Mollie once lived, I often think of him and his big talk and his golf-suit grin. It cheers me to think there may be more like him all around me—a notion I would have dismissed as sheer romanticism before World War II. Cynicism is often the shamefaced product of inexperience."
At all times, Liebling is self-mocking, close to the ground, reminding the reader that the correspondent has only a particular view of the war, that the best he can relay is what he actually sees in a given moment: the fear and the boredom and the discomfort. ("If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.") Even in Normandy during the D Day invasion, there is no self-admiration or grandeur. His tone is clear and so is his gaze, even when he is swept up by what, for him, was surely the greatest triumph of the war, the liberation of Paris:
**{: .break one} ** For the first time in my life and probably the last, I have lived for a week in a great city where everybody is happy. Moreover, since this city is Paris, everybody makes this euphoria manifest. To drive along the boulevards in a jeep is like walking into some as yet unmade René Clair film, with hundreds of bicyclists coming toward you in a stream that divides before the jeep just when you feel sure that a collision is imminent. Among the bicyclists there are pretty girls, their hair dressed high on their heads in what seems to be the current mode here. These girls show legs of a length and slimness and firmness and brownness never associated with French womanhood. Food restrictions and the amount of bicycling that is necessary in getting around in a big city without any other means of transportation have endowed these girls with the best figures in the world, which they will doubtless be glad to trade in for three square meals, plentiful supplies of chocolate, and a seat in the family Citroën as soon as the situation becomes more normal. There are handsome young matrons with children mounted behind them on their bikes, and there are husky young workmen, stubby little employés de bureau in striped pants, and old professors in wing collars and chin whiskers, all of them smiling and all of them lifting their right hands from the handlebars as they go past. The most frequently repeated phrase of the week is "Enfin on respire." (At last, one breathes!) **
Liebling's sense of civilization was finally righted, and, as ever, he sensed civilization through its pleasures, the anticipation of dessert, the bicyclists speeding through the streets, the careless exposure of a young woman's legs. Paris was free.
By the end of the war, Liebling's stature had begun to match his girth. He was a big voice in New York journalism, something new, and he needed a new subject at The New Yorker, beyond the recreations of the sweet science. He found it in the shenanigans and vanities of American newspapers. (Television had not begun in earnest, and radio seemed not to interest him.) Reviving the Wayward Press department, Liebling returned to the comic voice of his New York reporting pieces and retooled it for criticism. His politics leaned left, and he hardly concealed his disdain for most newspaper owners and for the conventions of right-wing journalism. In "Horsefeathers Swathed in Mink," he wrote, "There is no concept more generally cherished by publishers than that of the Undeserving Poor," and eviscerated even the Times for taking up the nonexistent case of a woman in a mink coat "with $60,000" in assets who was said to be receiving welfare checks from the city. He bashed the columnist Joseph Alsop, who "orbits the earth like a moon, descending for a day or two now and then to lecture an Arabian King or a Bessarabian prelate on his duties"; he did the same to Colonel Robert R. McCormick, the editor and publisher of the Chicago Tribune, who made preposterous around-the-world reporting trips in his private plane, putting Liebling in mind of "Tom Sawyer and his balloon." He was a critic but not a scold. After Stalin died, in March, 1953, and the papers issued endless contradictory reports, all with boundless certainty, about the cause of his death, Liebling seemed a man in bliss as he sorted through the clippings spread across his desk. "Inconsiderate to the last, Josef Stalin, a man who never had to meet a deadline, had the bad taste to die in installments," he observed on March 28th. In a later column, he wrote:
**{: .break one} ** Within a week after Stalin's announced demise, the American public knew that he had died of natural causes or had been murdered subtly, either on the date named by Pravda or several weeks earlier; that the people of Moscow had demonstrated grief but (a Journal-American scoop) the demonstration had been a carefully organized fake; that his death portended either a hardening or a softening of policy toward the West, which, in turn, would lessen or increase the chances of open war; and that his death would either precipitate an immediate struggle for power among the surviving leaders or impel them to stand together until they got things running smoothly. It was freely predicted that in the event there was a struggle Malenkov would destroy his associates or his associates would destroy him. The subject permitted a rare blend of invective and speculation—both Hearst papers, as I recall, ran cartoons of Stalin being rebuffed at the gates of Heaven, where Hearst had no correspondents—and I have seldom enjoyed a week of newspaper reading more. **
The names of those who came under Liebling's assault are now mainly forgotten, but their bigotry and jingoism and fakery all have resonant equivalents today. It is usually a tiresome exercise to imagine what some departed luminary would make of present-day follies: "What would Mencken have thought about George W. Bush?," and so on. With Liebling, however, the temptation is hard to resist, given the range and big-heartedness of his disapprovals. We miss the ferocity of his attack. What, indeed, would Liebling have made of Geraldo Rivera at war or Ann Coulter's best-selling charges of treason? What would he have written of the Tyson-Holyfield ear-biting fight or a Times Square in which Colonel Stingo and the porn palaces have been replaced by Madame Tussaud's and Toys R Us? Of the decline of French cooking or the rise of Rupert Murdoch? We imagine him laughing as he yanks a page from his typewriter.
Liebling finished his life and career with two masterpieces, "The Earl of Louisiana," a book-length profile of Huey Long's half-mad brother Earl, and "Between Meals," a memoir of Paris and of pleasure itself. At war and at home, Liebling had always feigned a certain indifference to politics—or, rather, he approached the subject with the derision it usually deserves—and yet in his campaign travels through Louisiana with Earl Long he is hilarious and capable of glossing the racial dynamics and Mediterranean spirit of Louisiana, simply because he is a supreme observer. He writes:
**{: .break one} ** Uncle Earl wore a jacket, shirt, and tie, a pattern of statesmanlike conventionality on a night when everybody off the platform was coatless and tieless. The tie itself was a quiet pattern of inkblots against an olive-and-pearl background, perhaps a souvenir Rorschach test from Galveston. The suit, a black job that dated from the days when he was fat and sassy, hung loosely about him as once it had upon a peg in the supermarket where the Governor liked to buy his clothes. He left the dude role to Morrison. And, in fact, before the night was over, he said: "I see Dellasoups has been elected one of the ten best-dressed men in America. He has fifty-dollar neckties and four-hundred-dollar suits. A four-hundred-dollar suit on old Uncle Earl would look like socks on a rooster." **
As a voice in print, Liebling was almost invariably buoyant and alive. As a man, he tended toward diffidence, even periods of melancholy. The trait grew more pronounced as he aged. Money problems and health problems were wearing him down. What had been a torrent of words was, by 1963, a trickle. It took him months to work through a short piece on Camus's notebooks. Heart and kidney ailments, along with repeated bouts of the flu and the pain of chronic gout, made writing difficult. Soon he was no longer writing at all. "For the first time in his life, he developed a real block," Jean Stafford told Sokolov. "Depression was new to him." His head filled with Camus, Liebling made a reporting trip to Algeria, but nothing came of it. He visited Paris and Normandy, knowing that it was likely for the last time. A kind of despair was overtaking him. One afternoon, Liebling and his friend and New Yorker colleague Philip Hamburger were returning to the office from lunch. "One of those New York grotesques appeared, half crippled, half spastic," Hamburger said later. "Joe took one look and began to cry. I could see something was wrong. He was on the edge." Liebling died on December 28th. He was fifty-nine. His last words were in French. ♦

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surgery used to open a blocked tear duct without making an incision in the nose
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Friends hang out, make jewelry at Bead Retreat
Augusta Valentine is a little unsure she wants to make her first piece of beaded jewelry.
"I hope this is not going to become another addiction," she says, looking at the five other women seated with her around the table.
Debbi Shellhase is just the opposite. She can't wait to make what is probably her 50th piece.
"I have a jewelry box full," she says.
The two women recently gathered for a Bead Retreat jewelry-making session at the Naturals Yarn Shop in Gloucester, Va. They sit around a table with four other women, talking about former husbands, kids and clothes. Everyone admires the pink Mary Jane Crocs that Lindsay South wears with jeans and a pink top.
Bead Retreat, started in 2001 by southeastern Virginia residents Lesa Shepherd and Cindi Swett, allows friends to hang out while they make beaded jewelry from kits. A "coordinator" provides and explains the kits, shows finished samples and helps participants through the process.
Costs include a $10 per-person class fee and whatever your beaded kit costs, which ranges from $2.50 for a Next Generation bracelet to $63 for a Namesake bracelet. The $28 starter tool kit includes a bead board, nose pliers and wire cutter. Each participant also receives a catalog where they can order kits to take home. The party hostess enjoys special gifts.
"I've been in direct sales ever since I was 18," says Bead Retreat coordinator Melissa Hansen, 39. She's also a stay-at-home mother to Cody, 10, and Gabriella, 5, both active in programs such as ballet and sports. "This is what makes it possible for me to run them everywhere and be at their school programs."
During the next hour, Hansen guides the women while they make different bracelets. Shellhase chooses the Solaris style with opal quartz, Czech fire-polished glass and pewter beads, $8.25. South makes Beaches with mother-of-pearl beads and chips, $10.25. The others opt for Fish `n Chips with aqua quartz, mother-of-pearl and pewter beads, $10.
The women use numbered bead boards to arrange their beads for stringing.
"We lay it out any old way?" South asks.
"Lay it out the way you will string it," says Hansen. "Once you make this bracelet, you can make any."
Deciding how beads flow is the most time-consuming part. Extra beads are included in each kit so customization is possible.
"I'll swap you two of these beads for one of those," says Pat Breth to Valentine and Jean Crowder. "I'm trying to do a particular pattern."
South finishes first, slides the bracelet on her tiny wrist and holds it up for all to see.
"Mine is all white so it was pretty easy to do," she says.
Valentine struggles a little with hers.
"I have lots left to do nothing with," she says.
"You have lots left to do something with," says Shellhase. She likes to use extra beads to make matching earrings.
Once Valentine gets the beads on the fine-gauge wire, she puts on the finishing toggle clasp.
"Finally," she says smiling with satisfaction. "I like it and I did it without saying any bad words."
What is a Bead Retreat? A gathering where a hostess invites friends and family to make jewelry using kits with instructions and photos. It's a Newport News, Va.-based company started by Lesa Shepherd and Cindi Swett; the Peninsula Chamber of Commerce recognized both as small business owners of the year in 2006.
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- james bond's green gadgetsSkyfall, the newest James Bond movie, just opened today in theaters across the United States. For action movie fans, and Daniel Craig lovers (you know who you are), this movie promises to deliver more of the hard-hitting, martini-swirling, plot-twisting, villain-thwarting entertainment we love. In honor of enjoying life "shaken and not stirred," we decided to let our imaginations run wild. What if this time, when Q brings Bond into the inner chamber to reveal his newest gadgets, they are just as eco-friendly as they are cool? Here, for your eyes only, are eight of the most James Bond-worthy green gadgets and vehicles we could find!1
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Lyrics:First verseOn the Mississippi there's a place, where I often wish I could be, On the Mississippi there's a face, That I'd give the world to see; It's my Mammy and her cabin by the Mississippi shore, But Mammy and her cabin they ain't in this world no more; She don't sit by the fireside as in the days of yore, 'Cause they all have gone before.ChorusI can see her right there, in her old rockin' chair, With the yaller kitten a playin' with a ball of knittin'; on the floor by the door, little pickaninny hummin' melodies you've heard before; then old Uncle Jim, I can see him, As he'd walk in, filled up on gin, And he'd lie about the war of ""eighteen sixty four,"" At my dear old Mammy's fireside. I can side.Second verseTimes are diff'rent since the by gone days, They don't seem the sama as before, Folks are diffe'rent and they've changed their ways, They don't seem the same no more; They've machines to pick the cotton that they used to pick by hand, The darkies who played banjos all belong to someone's band; They serenade by phonograph, not like I won my bride, At my Mammy's fire side.
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Oh brilliant star once gifted, you
Blow away all dark, you shine true.
Your colours effervescent, clear,
Holding eternity in lights sear.
The calm of night hidden, in sparkle with awe we live.
Stars erupting vivid, as seen in a child's eyes bright.
Dear child do you know, our country?
Is not young as she was once; won —
Her liberty from England with ease.
Didn't as our Southern neighbours cease —
Their freedom; we grew from peaceful roots, we amplify,
Reason in the world for one-hundred-fifty-years nigh.
So in this New Years night proudly,
Watch the sparklers light, the crowd —
Cheering as the stars burst red, white —
And crackle in the air to delight.
All people gathered to ring in twenty-seventeen,
The year of Our Lord, brilliant stars gleam.
We've more than celestial stars,
Burning in the night milenias;
Milenias times millions more,
Kanada, "village," country born.
A multiplicity of ethnicities know home,
Glowing fireworks alight the skies, ample colour shown.
The stars are our fireworks, they
Light all our ways home, to know,
Such a gift we've been given, such —
Treasure fine: inspired and just,
Fire in the sky ignites majestic liquid lights,
Oh brilliant stars could we touch divinity this night?
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


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PHILADELPHIA –UMBC women's lacrosse senior attacker Shannon Harkey (Purcellville, Va./Loudon Valley/Florida) broke a 6-6 tie with 4:39 to go in the contest with her second score of the game to lead the Retrievers to a 7-6 victory against La Salle on Saturday afternoon at McCarthy Stadium.
UMBC (2-2) picks up its second victory of the week and hands La Salle (3-1) its first loss of the season.
The Retrievers received two goals apiece from Harkey, sophomore attacker Sam Nolan (Fallston, Md./Fallston) and junior midfielder Alyssa Semones (Westminster, Md./Westminster/Penn State) on the afternoon.
UMBC exploded out of the gates behind a pair of goals from Nolan, coming one minute apart, to take a 2-0 advantage three minutes into the contest. Semones and Harkey added to the Retrievers' cushion, 4-0, each scoring their first of the afternoon within the opening five minutes of action.
La Salle was able to get one back from freshman midfielder Toni Massetti with 10:49 to go in the opening half, however, junior attacker Abby Wilson (Bel Air, Md./Fallston) gave the Retrievers back a four-goal advantage with five minutes to go before the break, scoring in her fourth consecutive game for her team-leading fifth goal of the season. The Explorers were still able to close the gap prior to the break with sophomore Kate Fay and Massetti scoring less than two minutes apart to make it a two-goal contest, 5-3, at the half.
La Salle continued its streak by scoring its third straight to come within one, 5-4, on a score from Katie Wherley three minutes into the second half. Semones gave UMBC back its two goal advantage off a pass from sophomore attacker Rachel Benzing (Ellicott City, Md./Centennial), but junior midfielder Caitlin Brostrand was able to respond with a score with 22:50 to go. The Explorers tied the contest at six 3:23 later when Kay setup a score for junior midfielder Kelly Furman with 20 minutes remaining.
A shot from Wilson and save from freshman goalkeeper Gabby Antonelli gave La Salle possession with less than five minutes to go, but a failed clear attempt and turnover from Antonelli setup the game-winning score from Harkey.
Benzing picked up her fourth draw control of the afternoon on the ensuing draw, but a turnover allowed for the Explorers to get off a pair of free position shots in the final 1:30, however, UMBC goalkeeper Anna Barnett (Midland, Texas/Midland) made a pair of saves to hang on for the victory. Barnett finished the contest with nine stops, while Antonelli totaled seven saves in the loss.
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Episode 70, Tan
June 6, 2014
Join us for a fascinating conversation with poet, Tan Lin. He expands poetry's palette to include data, video, films, hashtags; our newest observable world. He's also a recipient of a Getty Distinguished Scholar grant, an author, teaches creative writing at New Jersey City University and his videos have been displayed in the Whitney Museum, Yale […]


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A Family Homage
We all have certain things that for some reason we can never seem to part ways with. Whether it be a bicycle, a baseball glove, or that old pair of ridiculous red leather cowboy boots that even you've grown to regret owning-yet still refuse to get rid of! For some unexplainable reason we always seem to find ourselves attached to these items no matter how inconvenient, or useless, they may appear to the naked eye. This bond is commonly mistaken for sentimental value, but in reality it is much more than that. For most of us these items serve as timeless reminders for what was, or what could have been, and continue to play crucial roles in who we are today.
This unexplainable bond is a concept that Roger Grizzle, of Ft. Worth, Texas, is very familiar with. When Roger was just a child his father purchased a brand new 1965 Ford F-100 longbed. Following multiple family vacations in the Ford he quickly developed an obsession with the truck that has only grown over the years. After the passing of his father the truck was handed down the ranks of the Grizzle family to his older brother. Shortly after that the truck was tragically passed to Roger with the loss of his older brother. Following these catastrophic events Rogers's obsession with the truck immediately blossomed into infatuation. He decided to transform the classic Ford from its original state, into the way he had always envisioned it in his mind.
The first stage in the transformation was the frame. Roger wanted to build a truck that was both aggressive and elegant in appearance. Knowing that a lot of horsepower was on the way, he needed to arm the chassis. He began by installing a Strange 9-inch rearend with a spool and 4:56 gears. To help the 15×14 Weld Alumastars with Hoosier rubber hook up he setup the chassis up with ladder bars and AVO coilovers. Up front Roger installed a set of '77 F-100 spindles with DJM 3-inch dropped I-beams. Braking at all four corners comes in the form of Aerospace Components disc brakes. With the frame now resting at the right height it was time to determine what would power the F-100. Since Roger always envisioned his Ford having more bite than bark, he elected to go with a monster 468 Chevy big-block with 13 to 1 compression Wiseco pistons. To get as much as possible out of the motor a set of ZL-1 aluminum heads and a Chet Herbert camshaft was installed. Next he slapped on a Dart intake manifold with a Holley 1050 Dominator carburetor. Other steroid injections include a Pete Jackson gear drive and Hooker Super Comp headers. The combo of parts resulted in a lethal 750 horsepower wrecking machine. With an engine pumping out such a substantial amount of power a stout tranny was in order. A beefy Turbo 400 transmission with a transbrake was called up to duty. Bringing the tranny to another level is a Hughes converter with a 5500 stall speed and Moroso heat sink trans cooler.
After the chassis was complete Roger focused his attention to the body. To help the engine compartment breathe louvers were punched throughout the hood. The engine compartment was then cleaned up and the firewall was smoothed. Although what lies beneath the hood is anything but normal, Roger wanted to have the outside display a more traditional Blue Oval look. He elected to have Ron Gales of Panelbeaters, Halton City, Texas, spray the Ford with a two tone scheme of PPG Caribbean Turquoise and Oxford White.
Inside the belly of the beast, Roger installed a pair of ISS bucket seats laced with tan Ultra leather and snakeskin. Custom door panels and a center console match the seats. A custom J&B dash insert with Auto Meter gauges bring some life to the cab. A Flaming River steering column with a Billet Specialties Hollow Point steering wheel also made their way into the Ford. Bringing the high horsepower theme inside is a full roll cage. After countless hours of blood, sweat, and tears Roger's version of the family truck was finally a reality. He had successfully transformed his father's first truck into what he proudly calls, "The Asphalt Assassin". Although the Ford is still going strong after four decades, the final chapter for Roger's family Ford is yet to be written, because Roger's son is next in line to get behind the wheel of the '65.


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The J/133: A Breeze to Sail
The J/133 is Sailing World's Overall Boat of the Year 2004
November 7, 2003- by Chuck Allen
Sailing the J/133 is easy and a ton of fun. I always start off boat tests with the stop-and-go drill, to see how the boat will handle in a starting-line scenario. It wasn't a problem to go from full speed to a complete stop, holding in the luffing position for a while, sheeting in and getting up to full speed again. The 133 has remarkable acceleration for a boat of its size, and great feel. Upwind is much the same, we had it locked in at 7.6 to 7.9 knots upwind, and you had to really work to get it to fall out of the groove. The rudder never really stalled out, even when bearing off sheeted in with 15 knots-this is a good thing. The 133 has real nice follow through while tacking, getting back up to targets in just seconds, critical if you have one of those "must tack two to three times off the line" bad starts. I like to run the 360 degree turn maneuver to simulate hitting a mark, the 133 cut the mustard by turning inside itself, meaning within a boat-length.


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Operation Meghdoot was launched by the Indian Army on the barren and icy heights of the Siachen Glacier to thwart Pakistan from gaining control of this strategically located glacier. For three decades since then, Indian and Pakistani troops have been locked in an undeclared war on the worlds highest and coldest - battlefield.
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Rosie, some things are best forgotten
It doesn't say much for a movie when the leading man is upstaged by a pachyderm named Rosie. This is no Disney filmed-in-the-wild adventure; this is the highly anticipated film adaptation of Sara Gruen's phenomenal bestseller, which I think everyone read but me.
It must be a time-honored part of the formula to begin these kinds of stories with an old man reminiscing. This time it's Hal Holbrook, who, on a rainy night with a warming shot of whiskey to loosen his lips, begins the story of Jake Jankowski, a young man (played by Robert Pattinson) whose life is derailed when his parents are killed in a car crash. Just shy of finishing his studies as a veterinarian at Cornell and now left with nothing, Jake joins the Benzini Brothers circus.
Smack in the middle of the Great Depression, times are tough for the traveling circus where Jake performs menial tasks and meets all kinds of typical circus folk like the grungy roustabouts, the freaky side show performers and the bawdy chorines who clearly appreciate his good looks. The owner, August (Christoph Waltz), is an enigma — sometimes a jokester who clearly loves what he does and sometimes an abusive rage-aholic with a nasty temper. His wife, the lovely Marlena (Reese Witherspoon), is the circus's headliner with her equestrian skills.
Jake's appearance sets in motion the love triangle that will eventually erupt into tragedy, but perhaps the bigger tragedy is the casting of Pattinson and Witherspoon, who together have zero chemistry. Witherspoon, more of a girl next door than a femme fatale, does an adequate job of conveying her ambivalence regarding her challenging marriage and looks the part, but Pattinson is not so lucky.
This movie was touted as his chance to prove he can evolve into mature leading roles beyond his work in the "Twilight" films. He certainly has the looks, but if this movie is any indication, that may be all. The prosaic actor has only one facial expression, brooding, and thank goodness screenwriter Richard LaGravenese has given him plenty to brood about. The script is appropriately long on blank staring off into space and short on dialogue, sort of like a Sylvester Stallone movie without machine guns. But the biggest problem is a lack of cohesiveness, giving the feeling that key scenes were lifted from the book and basted together. Sure, the story moves along, but with the lumbering lurch of its star performer, rather than the assuredness of a solid storyline.
Besides the elephant, the real star power here is generated by Waltz, who succeeds in making August a sympathetic character despite his monstrous mood swings and sadistic nature as he reveals the character's remorse for his own behavior. Waltz, who won an Oscar as Nazi Hans Landa in Quentin Tarentino's "Inglourious Basterds," is still largely unknown to American audiences, but this follow up proves beyond a doubt he is no one-hit wonder. On screen, he is hypnotic, stealing every scene he's in, making Pattinson's deficits as an actor painfully obvious.
Directed by Francis Lawrence, this is a beautifully filmed movie with production values that outshine the actual production. Adapting best sellers is risky business, but this is one that begged to be a movie, even if the final product is disappointing. It's lucky that I, unlike an elephant, can soon forget it.


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A yacht that capsized and sank off Long Island after a July Fourth outing to watch fireworks, killing three children, was lifted from the bottom of a bay on Wednesday.
It will now be brought to shore, where detectives hope it will provide clues into the cause of the accident.
FBI divers and Nassau County police raised the 34-foot Kandi Won from about 60 feet below the surface of Oyster Bay, off the north shore of Long Island.
The effort took two days as divers contended with strong currents and murky waters. They rigged the vessel with a network of straps and then inflated large airbags to bring it to the surface on Wednesday afternoon.
Detective Lt. John Azzata, commander of the Nassau County homicide squad, who is leading the investigation, said authorities were still trying to determine if the accident was caused by overcrowding — there were 10 children and 17 adults aboard the vessel when it capsized – or whether a mechanical malfunction, weather conditions or other factors could have been involved.
The boat, which was about three miles from shore, was expected to be towed to a location where it would then be taken by trailer to a police department marine facility for further inspection.
No criminal charges have been filed. Police said the morning after the accident that it did not appear the operator of the vessel was intoxicated.
James Mercante, an attorney for the boat's owner, has insisted that overcrowding was not a cause of the accident. He also said the vessel was equipped with the required number of lifejackets for all 27 passengers.
The children who died were not required to be wearing lifejackets because they were in the boat's cabin, authorities said. Adults are not required to wear lifejackets, but all vessels must have one available for every passenger.
Sal Aureliano, who was at the helm of the vessel, has said he saw two lightning bolts and then a wave suddenly hit the boat.
The National Weather Service said a thunderstorm moved through the area about 20 minutes after the first 911 call at 10:10 p.m., and winds never exceeded 10 to 15 mph.
Azzata has said inspection of the vessel is key to his investigation. It was not clear how long that process may take.
"If there is any evidentiary value to this boat we would like to know about it," he told reporters Tuesday.


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It took a few false-ish starts, but all Android phones running Froyo or Gingerbread are FINALLY getting full Netflix support. No more workarounds or rooting. Just sweet streaming. For now, anyway, and if you haven't jettisoned your account.
Needless to say, if you're running anything other than 2.2 or 2.3 (why???), you're out of luck. And tablet owners stiiill need to wait a bit before an update comes their way. But how much longer could that take? [This Is My Next]


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