April 27, 2003 |
Only a writer of consummate craftsmanship and scope could write a novel about a series of real estate deals in a small town an hour and a half from New York City and make it so fully satisfying as to be thrilling. Jane Smiley has done it. Smiley won a Pulitzer Prize for 1991's "A Thousand Acres," a novel regarded as "King Lear on the prairie," about the deterioration of an Iowa farm family.
August 31, 1997 |
When Tim Ebner opens the door of his Atwater bungalow, his hands are covered in bright blue paint. Little smudges and stains of color dot every room of his house. In the rearmost bedroom, which he uses as a studio, those smudges and stains have accumulated to nearly cover the walls. With a rather fiendish grin, Ebner says: "The old lady who owned the house before me was so tidy, everything was in perfect condition when I moved in."
April 30, 2006 |
THIS was a boom you could actually hear. Steam trains rumbled in from the East, from the Midwest, from the mining camps of Arizona and from the grand metropolis of San Francisco. Sometimes four a day, they disgorged fresh legions of dreamers and schemers. Before it was over, circus elephants trumpeted in parades down the once tranquil streets. Brass bands, like so many pied pipers, led crowds into orange groves. Marchers carried banners.
April 6, 2013 |
Here's how I am afraid "Mad Men" will end next year: With Jon Hamm's Don Draper in a white suit, heading to Studio 54. Here's how I hope it will end: The whole series is revealed to be a story told by Roger Sterling (John Slattery) in a Ventura County sweat lodge. It may seem morbid to contemplate the demise of a show that has so inarguably changed the nature of television for the better. Just when we seemed doomed to death by reality programming, AMC's "Mad Men" proved that smart, stylish television could drive the cultural conversation as effectively as any Kardashian.
August 17, 1986 |
The financial page is howling about yet another corporate raid, one more takeover at tempt destined to produce nothing much more lasting than speculation, creative financing, a raft of lawsuits and millions for the Wall Street types to whom value is something expressed in a blinking green light on a Quotron machine.
November 24, 1997 |
For more than a decade during the go-go '80s and early '90s, real estate developers with big problems and deep pockets flocked to the Ventura Boulevard law firm of Reznik & Reznik for advice that helped alter the commercial face of the San Fernando Valley. After all, Benjamin M. Reznik, the firm's intense, silver-haired co-founder, was not only the Valley's best-known land-use attorney, he also possessed formidable connections in politics and business.