In this collection of thirty-eight chiseled short stories, George Thomas Clark introduces readers to actors, alcoholics, addicts, writers famous and unknown, a general, a lovelorn farmer, a family besieged by cancer, extraterrestrials threatening the world, a couple time traveling back to a critical battle, a deranged husband chasing his wife, and many more memorable people and events.
In compressed language George Thomas Clark presents Snapshots of Distressing Events. A distraught man confronts noisy neighbors, one couple is enveloped by infidelity, another’s destroyed by violence, drinkers and drug users have some fun but more trouble, people stumble in matters of money, medical destiny is determined by mishaps, malice, and chance, members of the media send strange messages, mass murderers and gun lovers disrupt society, those seeking liberation in religion are sometimes imprisoned, and from World War II to the present powerful people blunder.
Boxing is practiced by abnormally tough and determined men compelled to risk their health for a long chance at fleeting glory. In Uppercuts, George Foreman young and old knocks out almost everyone. Joe Frazier mauls Muhammad Ali, Ali destroys Frazier, and boxing ruins both. Jerry Quarry tells about his decline and that of his brother. Hector Camacho recalls the fire in his head. Emanuel Steward, Oscar Bonavena, Alexis Arguello, Archie Moore, Roberto Duran, Jack Johnson, Manny Pacquiao, Oscar de la Hoya, and other also lace on their gloves.
Joseph McCarthy says he’s a tough and dedicated guy in the boxing ring and U.S. Senate. Richard Nixon denies he’s an awkward, resentful, and paranoid president. Fidel Castro asserts he’s an appealing and inevitable historical character while embracing megalomania. And all three frigid warriors tell their stories as they fight again.
Monthly Archives: August 2007
Wouldn’t it be reassuring to view the estimated forty thousand human participants in dogfighting in America as merely enthusiastic sports fans who seek compelling entertainment to escape their mundane worries? There is some strained logic to support this assertion, which many of those involved believe and indignantly assert. After all, the dogs are prime athletes, […]
My painting is not one of the largest works in the museum at Stanford University, nor am I one of the celebrated artists on the premises. Pablo Picasso and Diego Rivera have infinitely more renown, and so do Rodin and his monumental sculptures of introspective people. In this company, my 1911 self-portrait is understandably tucked […]
I want to emphasize I’m writing this from the viewpoint of a competitive and even Machiavellian coach in the National Football League, not merely the genial elder statesman who in retirement kept an office at Stanford and watched film with and drew plays for some of the young coaches and begged their indulgence if I’d […]
In order to help you avoid being overcharged, introduced to sexy but unscrupulous companions, ensnared in business ventures by smooth talkers, or kidnapped and robbed, I have compiled a nearly foolproof list of advice about how to deal with Mexico City taxi drivers, who, during my several trips to this magnetic metropolis, have been unsuccessful […]
Since his youth in the schoolyard, where he always outran other kids to the finish line, Eddie Hart dreamed of someday becoming the Fastest Man in the World. It is one of the most respected titles in sports – requiring a raw display of unequivocal athleticism – and rivals the significance (though not the celebrity) […]
“To the Museum of Modern Art, please,” I told the taxi driver. “I can’t go there. The street’s closed.” “Paseo de la Reforma?” “That’s right.” “What’s going on?” “A big demonstration.” “What are they protesting?” “Don’t know. I can’t keep track of all the protests.” “Please drive as close as you can, and I’ll walk […]
Thousands of people every day line up outside Mexico City’s eminent cultural center – Palacio de Bellas Artes – then with reverence and enthusiasm enter the primary gallery where sixty-five oil paintings, declarations of my life, are displayed to celebrate not merely my aesthetic vision but my glamorous and wretched journey, and, I shudder, my […]