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THE BEST OF 1992, Page 53
Standouts, from pained royals to royal pains to the
aristocrats of talent
Most years are simply four digits. Except in
Chinese calendars, very few acquire a real name. But 1992 was
dubbed by Queen Elizabeth II, in a phrase destined to enter the
language and future editions of Bartlett's, as an "annus
horribilis." Such it was for her troubled brood, and for plenty
of others as well. Controversy-mongers, big-name marital
gladiators, pop-culture purveyors of belligerence, hard-core
violence and kinky sex all achieved fame -- or its shady cousin,
notoriety -- by doing things about which they wouldn't write
home to Mother, much less the Queen Mother.
Yet 1992 offered more, far more, than that. Behind the
noise and glitz and sleaze, some steady, talented, thoughtful
people invented an energy-saving light bulb, encompassed
American history in a seven-hour play cycle, sang fine old songs
anew, created clever TV ads, ran record-setting Olympic races
and captured cosmic echoes of the universe's Big Bang.
Could it be that there is a more persistently wholesome
and positive strain in American culture than is dreamed of in
Madonna's or even Dan Quayle's philosophy? How else explain the
way Home Alone 2 and Aladdin have captivated the box office? The
way Murphy Brown has prevailed with its own version of family
values? The way Garth Brooks has sweetened the Billboard charts?
(Oversweetened, some would say; but then, there are worse faults
than blandness.) It may not be a solid trend, only a faint
glimmering, a tiding. Even so, if the tiding is genuine, then
it would be justified, with a suitable bow to the Queen, to
rename 1992: annus terrificus!