March 22, 1998
So as the sun declines below Detroit (the lake a cool assurance of alternatives to hard dark high-rise miscellaneous) the colors of the end of light relax along the horizontal edge of this blue place with burnt sienna rose and oranges that soften into regular domestic tragedies of night without a lover's willing face to stop the desperation of the chase for daytime stars that glint and blur and mix and lift like mica sprinkling on a concrete hierogylph of altered space where by himself a young
December 5, 1999
Stephen Crane's "The Red Badge of Courage," Norman Mailer's "The Naked and the Dead," Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried"--American fiction writers have conjured up powerful portraits of war, largely from the foot soldier's chaotic point of view. But war as experienced by the policymakers, the civilian shapers, the power holders and the bureaucrats has not been a subject of American fiction. In fact, power generally has not much been favored by fiction writers.
February 13, 1987 |
There was something for everyone: style, show-biz flair, camaraderie, nostalgia, friendly competition and, above all, a somber reminder of the times in which we live. Organized by members of the California fashion industry, the event was held last Friday night at the Century Plaza Hotel to benefit AIDS Project Los Angeles.
October 18, 1998
Wind finds the northwest gap, fall comes. Today, under gray cloud-scud and over gray Wind-flicker of forest, in perfect formation, wild geese Head for a land of warm water, the boom, the lead pellet. Some crumple in air, fall. Some stagger, recover control, Then take the last glide for a far glint of water. None Knows what has happened. Now, today, watching How tirelessly V upon V arrows the season's logic, Do I know my own story? At least, they know When the hour comes for the great wind-beat.
August 18, 2004 |
Wine trivia question: Name a white wine grape that's grown only in the mountainous Savoie region of France. Answer: Jacquerre. The wine is Chignin, the name of a village near Lake Geneva in the foothills of the Alps. This one from J.P. and J.F. Quenard is 100% Jacquerre from 40-year-old vines, which may be why it has more grip and weight than many mountain wines. Pale gold with a glint of green, it tastes like a juicy Granny Smith.