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It includes numerous graphic sex scenes as well as no end of violence and gore. The battle scenes, in which the pilots and supporting crews of the Pianosa squadron are subject to constant barrages of German flak, are also anxiety-producing in the extreme. Unlike the novel, the miniseries ends on an uncertain note. Will the Germans kill him?
Will his own friend kill him by bombing the squadron to make a few bucks from the Germans? I have to say that I hardly ever comment on anything. But, Catch 22 is one book I carry around in my spirit. Your ruminating review struct a deep chord which will vibrate in me for a long time. I read it during the Viet Nam sacrilege. Some things, you never forget. Based on this well-written review, without seeing the miniseries I can confidently say that "the book was better".
I have deep doubts that Heller's dark humor can be translated to the screen. But I'll never forget reading Catch in a library in high school and trying to stifle my laughter so much that tears were running down my face.
I probably should have been perceiving his arguments more than laughing at the absurdity of it all, but that's where I was at that point in my life. James T. Keane May 31, Show Comments 3. Comments are automatically closed two weeks after an article's initial publication. See our comments policy for more.
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Maybe she was coming down with something. Stay , she wanted to say, but something kept her quiet. She wanted him to make the decision without her prompting his response. It became a game of guessing what he might do or say next and she liked the uncertainty, found it unsteadily thrilling.
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Her heart jerked. She stepped around the other side of the coffee table and met him on the carpet, frantic to keep him there a while longer.
Affronted, she drew back. Perhaps she was a bad drunk, because his words hurt more than they probably should. Something changed between them tonight. A sort of chemistry had evolved. She never felt this kind of attraction around him before and maybe he felt it too and that was why he was trying to escape.
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But she was drunk, so perhaps her perception was off. Rather than further embarrass herself, she stepped aside. She always said the worst things. What was she trying to get, a sympathy stay?
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That was not what she was after. Embarrassed that her eagerness reeked of inexperience, she looked away. Oh, God, she was desperate. Her gaze dropped to the carpet as a dark sense of inadequacy swallowed her. She could feel his stare measuring her. He hesitated as he approached the door.
With nothing more to say, he left, his leather-soled footfalls drifting almost silently as he made his way to the foyer.
Humiliated, she turned to the bar and lifted the expensive bottle. No matter how much her life resembled that of an adult, she never stopped feeling apart from the actual authority figures. A little girl with a license to leave the kiddie table for one meal before an early bedtime. Rethinking the last couple hours and degrading herself for every unflattering impression she might have left, she wished desperately to erase the entire evening.
Every time she left this room she felt like half a person—tonight more so than usual. She dumped the ice in the sink at the wet bar and sat the glasses on the counter. The door to the office creaked and she pivoted, gasping as she found him still there and staring at her from the threshold. Her chest tightened as she blinked at him in question.
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His jacket was behind her, yet she lacked the will to move. Was he really back for his jacket? Had he left it there on purpose? He watched her, keeping his distance, like she was some sort of black widow. She mentally laughed. She was about as threatening as a baby bunny. Putting her back to the bar, she gave him room to get his belongings and go.
Reaching past her, he slid the jacket off the back of the chair and stilled, close enough for her to see the contrast of silver threaded in the dark hair at his temples. Her skin tingled as breath locked in her lungs, his scent crawling into her. A million moments she should have had collided in her mind, borrowed memories from novels and cinematic romances and what she knew most girls experienced years before approaching her actual age. His arm brushed the front of her blouse and his eyes shut on a whispered curse. Every breath she took tightened her clothing. She was winded, yet standing perfectly still.
She said nothing and he let the jacket slide down the chair and onto the floor. Each inhalation lifted her breasts higher. Her lips parted, the scent of expensive scotch, rich cologne, and sin clouding her mind.
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