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- BOOKS: Doctoring Death
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- For forensic pathologist Kay Scarpetta, having it all
- means making homemade pasta in the evening and sawing the
- skullcaps off corpses during the day. Patricia D. Cornwell's
- heroine, as dig nified as her creator's middle initial, drives
- a Mercedes, looks at home at a tennis club and is down in the
- morgue before dawn, "up to my elbows in blood." In her third
- crime procedural, ALL THAT REMAINS (Scribner's; $20), Cornwell
- sets Dr. Scarpetta against a serial killer of teenage couples.
- In her cosmos (Richmond, Virginia), murder is never a crime
- passionel or a grab for wealth. Evil is violent and horrible,
- and Dr. Scarpetta's nemeses are psychopathic ciphers. The
- reader's payoff is the compelling forensic play-by-play and the
- intricate deconstruction of gore.
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- MUSIC: Hard Heads on the Cutting Edge
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- After the alternative rock group Nirvana swaggered its way
- to the top of the charts, record executives scrambled to sign
- up other cutting-edge bands. A bidding war broke out earlier
- this year, as eight companies competed to enlist HELMET, an
- obscure New York City-based band whose debut album on a smaller
- independent label had sold about 10,000 copies. The winner,
- Inter scope Records, reportedly offered more than $1 million and
- has released the band's new album, Meantime. So was all the fuss
- worth it? If your taste runs to unmelodic sounds and obtuse
- lyrics ("What's the worst or/better dead/wear it out/the pain
- is in my head"), Interscope's dollars will seem well spent.
- Otherwise, wear a crash helmet.
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- CINEMA: Stacked Deck
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- Nicolas Cage loses big in a poker game. James Caan, the
- winner, is a professional gambler who offers to forgive the debt
- if Cage's fiance will spend a weekend with him. The young
- woman, Sarah Jessica Parker, is glorious and, more important,
- reminds Caan of his late wife. His object, in HONEYMOON IN
- VEGAS, is matrimony, not a shabby two-night stand. Still, there
- is something at best strained, at worst distasteful in the
- setup, and nothing funny in its frantic working out by
- writer-director Andrew Bergman. Neither Cage nor Caan hits the
- right note here; the former is too nutsy, the latter too grim.
- But in this witless context, they are more to be pitied than
- censured.
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- TELEVISION: Good Wager
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- Why would Bill Cosby give up a successful network sitcom
- to host a game show from the 1950s long identified with Groucho
- Marx? Maybe because he gets to chat with everyday folks, like
- the security guard who patrols women's restrooms, or the
- teamster who claims to have had an out-of-body experience. The
- new, syndicated YOU BET YOUR LIFE faithfully reproduces most of
- the features of the old show, including the secret word (tacked
- to a goose, not a duck), the superfluous onstage announcer and
- even some of Groucho's ritual lines ("It's your last chance to
- beat the other couples"). Game shows in 1992 don't get any more
- low-tech or laid-back. Nor are there many personalities who
- could make it work so effortlessly.
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- BOOKS: Fuzzy Balls, Murky Psyches
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- The subtitle of Eliot Berry's shrewd and knowledgeable
- TOUGH DRAW (Holt; $25), an account of the 1990 and '91 pro
- tennis tour, sounds like Dink Stover at Yale: The Path to Tennis
- Glory. Ignore this; Berry, who was a good tournament player as
- a junior, writes about tennis almost as well as Roger Angell
- writes about baseball. Here's his take on Jean Fleurian, losing
- a tough one to Pete Sampras: "If the Frenchman could have
- imagined winning, he would have won." He nails Ivan Lendl's
- monstrous adequacy: "Antonio Salieri in a sweatsuit." And he
- quotes a fan's remark about John McEnroe that hits the turbulent
- center of the man: "He just liked to create chaos. Because he
- was comfortable with it. With chaos."
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