Civil Wars is armed with first-rate writing; Free Agents is a grab bag of Max Apple’s short fiction; Edisto is a precocious first novel; Group Therapy doesn’t probe deeply enough; Lords of the Earth is yet another Texas oil saga.
Behind the scenes at regional headquarters—a sometime part-timer tells all.
It wasn’t the classiest place in Pharr to grow up, but it had tough truckers, sassy waitresses, and some of the best fry cooks in the Valley.
Warm spring days call for giving in to new clothes and a neck-baring hairdo.
See the future on your computer: software on stocks, football, and astrology.
While most people are using their computers to balance their checkbooks and play games, these three Texans are pushing their machines and programs to the limit.
Four critical mistakes forced Texas Instruments to pull the plug on the home computer that it had once expected would dominate the market.
Hundreds of new computer companies have made Texas the likely successor to California’s Silicon Valley, and it all started with two firms in Dallas.
When the Rio Grande Valley’s balmy breezes turned frigid last winter, its aloe vera fields and stately palms turned from lush green to pitiful brown.
Country pleasures.
Houston’s well-heeled Alley Theatre is trying to pass itself off as a national theater. Across town, the Chocolate Bayou is just trying to hang on.
Gary Hart’s rise hurts two Texas politicos; at last, a solution to the South Texas Nuclear Project mess; the all-new Braniff turns out to be the same old Braniff; a delicate question about doctors.
The first in a series of software reviews looks at tax-preparation packages.
Watching the news, rating the crews, holding down the fort.
A heated race for the Senate; a leisurely trip to Astrotown; a cool master of Dallas protocol; a steel-industry success story in Seguin.
Toss of the coins.
If it wasn’t for the song, no one would remember Emily Morgan, but she launched a nation by diverting Santa Anna at San Jacinto.
Against All Odds promises love, delivers yawns. Entre Nous repels rather than attracts. Footloose and Reckless aren’t. This is Spinal Tap is painless.
Texas’ glory, till now based on oil, may be based on silicon in years to come.
Texas in silicon.
German landscape artist Hermann Lungkwitz saw romantic vistas in the Hill Country at a time when most Texans saw only hardscrabble farmland.
What do drunks, prostitutes, lunatics, and elevators have in common? They’re all part of the weird 24-hour-a-day world of the Dallas County courthouse.
When Bames-Connally Investments announced plans to build apartments in a South Austin neighborhood, the residents banded together to try to stop them. They won the battle but lost the war.
Backstage at the Houston Ballet is a world of pastel shadows, brilliant spangles, and anxious waiting.
In which a group of society ladies samples the thrills and chills of an essentially masculine pastime.
There’s no point in grousing about Texas’ minor shortcomings. Why not just roll up our sleeves and make it perfect once and for all?
In five hours on icy roads the author covered 35 miles and discovered the perils of driving in a state that is unprepared for real winter.
Seven Texas jewelers show their mettle.
Mesa gets an unwanted ally in its battle against Gulf; how to turn $100 million into $12 million; why 1984 is a good year for incumbents; the legal establishment takes aim at a controversial supreme court judge.
The kindest and unkindest cuts of all.
Looking for the essence of Texas in El Paso, the soul of Dr. Red Duke in Houston, the secrets of status in Dallas, and a quirky West Texas empire in Balmorhea.
Without further introduction
Ron Howard’s Splash is a refreshing frolic; Broadway Danny Rose gives us the old soft shoe; And the Ship Sails On is out to sea; Reuben, Reuben is a dark but funny double-decker.
A definitive Smithsonian Recordings collection sets a new standard for big band anthologies; other big band recordings prove that swing remains vibrantly alive.
In conductor’s opera, each of the vocalists becomes just one more instrument in the musical ensemble.
Monkeying with the schools.
Robert Sherrill’s Oil Follies of 1979-1980 leaves no detail unremarked in its effort to pin the blame on Big Oil; in Ronnie Dugger’s On Reagan the author is as unbending an ideologue as his subject is.
Austin’s Roy Spence parlayed his success in Mark White’s campaign into a job selling Walter Mondale to the American people.
To wind up on top in the news business, it pays to start at the bottom.
The best local news programs in Texas make big bucks for their stations, but so do the worst ones. Here’s how they stack up.
Local TV news has as much to do with show biz as with journalism. Unfortunately, most viewers take it seriously.
Candy Montgomery thought her affair with Allan Gore was over, until she found herself fighting for her life against Allan’s wife.
Breaking up is hard to do.
Mark White’s campaign promises come back to haunt him; Arthur Temple gets rich(er) off Time Inc.; who got burned when the torch was passed at First City; a Pyhrric victory for the oil industry.
Someone had done in the Cowboys and I had to find the killer, but there were too many suspects.
Galveston as it is, dammit; and the Post as it will be, maybe.
Great expectations for oilmen; sartorial bargains for Brownsville; a medical controversy for Alpine; vexing questions for hunters; the ultimate who’s who for chickens.
You are what you eat.
Ever since LBJ’s gold Rolex appeared next to his gall bladder scar in news photographs, Texans have been buying the pricey timepieces by the carload.
Dread is the main character in Silkwood; To Be or Not to Be can’t make up its mind; The Dresser is a fussy failure; The Man Who Loved Women doesn’t.
