December 19, 1986 |
Dear Kevin, I hope the Presedent (sic) takes down some missiles. I hope there will be more PEACE. I hope some day that people make enough birds that there will be no more war. Love, Katie (Zentner, age 9) Five times during this year's eight-month, cross-country Great Peace March, the first- through fourth-grade students of Laguna Beach's Community Learning Center wrote individual letters, mailed together in thick packets, to "their" peace marcher, Kevin Henry.
November 10, 1991 |
"I think of my work as an investigation and it's always concerned with the same question: Exactly what is the true nature of reality?" says New York artist Barbara Ess of her darkly disturbing photographs. "I don't know if there's an essential reality it's possible for us to get a grip on," she adds, "but I know I don't experience life primarily in terms of the physical world--my emotions and memories play a much larger role in shaping my experience as a human.
March 27, 1990 |
"Driving Miss Daisy," the surprise hit about a tart Southern matron and her black chauffeur, won Oscars for best picture and best actress, as Hollywood scattered its laurels around the globe during the 62nd annual Academy Awards ceremony Monday night. Oliver Stone won his second statuette for best director on Universal Pictures' "Born on the Fourth of July," the political and psychological odyssey of Vietnam veteran and anti-war activist Ron Kovic.
February 3, 2002 |
Without knowing anything about Bruce Wagner, the casual reader of his three novels to date, "Force Majeure," "I'm Losing You" and now, weighing in at a page count only a few hundred shy of "The Brothers Karamazov," "I'll Let You Go," would surmise that the author works primarily as a screenwriter in Hollywood; that his core audience is a claque of Hollywood people who think he's the cat's pajamas; that he has a more diffuse audience of fans who write landfill for men's magazines and who would
April 25, 1999 |
Editor's Note: Is there a Los Angeles literature? And, if so, what are the factors (sense of place, climate, speech, character) that define it? Or, to put it another way, we perhaps know what we mean when we speak of Nathanael West, Raymond Chandler and Joan Didion, but does the Los Angeles they so well described (and which is now so well established in the popular imagination), any longer exist?
April 25, 1989 |
It was sleeper day in the draft. The second day. The day when everyone shoots for another Richard Dent, the All-Pro who in 1983 was plucked by the Chicago Bears in the eighth round. And in Denver Monday, the Broncos may have struck it richest. Almost certainly, no defensive ends in Dent's class were found anywhere--but the Broncos, who need a running back, may have discovered one in the seventh round when they drafted Melvin Bratton. Two years ago, Bratton, a Miami (Fla.) sprinter, was headed for the first round when he injured a knee in a postseason game.
May 21, 1990 |
"Someplace special." That's what the banner downtown says. Just in case you need a little help figuring this thing out. The main street is lined with boarded-up and gutted buildings, a few drunks and not much else. Down the road is the empty shell of what used to be a Sheraton hotel. It was the only major hotel in a city of 140,000 that doesn't have a department store or movie theater. It sits across the street from an impressive but seldom used convention center.
April 20, 1995 |
It seemed as if it only took six weeks. On Jan. 30, Advertising Age was the first to flat out declare what everyone in the New York media world had been whispering about for months: Married Rolling Stone Publisher Jann Wenner had done the unmentionable--he'd acquired a male companion. By the time six weeks had passed, the mainstream press had gone full tilt into action, rippling out waves of reportage now that another publication had named names.
November 16, 2000 |
It's a marriage only the World Wrestling Federation or the producers of "Survivor" might conjure up. In front of the camera is the Grinch, that bad-tempered, intolerant, loathsome, foul-smelling, cave-dwelling, dog-abusing, Christmas-hating green curmudgeon with an attitude worse than "Stone Cold" Steve Austin's, and the wrestler is so mean he downs beers after mashing opponents into the canvas.