Volume 35, Number 11 · June 30, 1988
Portrait of the Artist
By Sue M. Halpern
Under the Eye of the Clock
by Christopher Nolan
St. Martin's, 163 pp., $16.95
There's a name that some disabled people have for those of us who can walk and talk and finger the pages of a magazine. They call us TABs—'temporarily ablebodied.' It means that someday, perhaps not too long off, our bodies will begin to fail. Our joints will swell or our eyes will fog, our arteries will harden, our cells will multiply wildly, and the material world, with its stairways and cinemas, its digital recordings and steaks on the grill—the world we take for granted—will be foreclosed.
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