Word: authoress
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with trying to tidy up one sty, has gone a-raking into other people's barnyards. Her Mother India, a sensational account of conditions among women in India, still rankles in many a Hindu breast. Isles of Fear, a survey of the Philippines, annoyed Filipino patriots. This time Authoress Mayo, with sleeves rolled up and muck rake firmly in hand, has waded into the U. S. soldier-pension mess. Statistics and indignation darken her pages like pitch forked dung. By the time she has finished turning over her unsavory material its odor is strong enough to make even...
Though Marina Yurlova now dances for her suppers on the concert stage she once did a more dangerous pas seul. Readers of Cossack Girl may find it easier to read than believe, but Publisher Macaulay insists Authoress Yurlova's hairbreadth narrative is "authenticated by documents.'' No less credible than Joan Lowell's notorious Cradle of the Deep, Cossack Girl is a thriller of the same order, but better written...
According to Authoress Yurlova's tale, she left her home in Raevskaya at 14 followed her father, a Colonel of Cossacks, to the War. She never found him, but enough else came her way to keep her busy. A kindly Cossack fitted her into a uniform, had her hair cut and soon she was doing a soldier's share. Twice recommended for the Cross of St. George, she was wounded, captured by Kurds, shellshocked. When the Revolution broke the Bolsheviks caught her in a hospital at Kazan, threw her into prison. Rescued by Czechoslovaks who had joined...
...Whether Authoress Yurlova's story is embroidered, it pales into romantic unreality beside the photographs that illustrate it. Among its gory snapshots of corpses cluttering the snow, frozen into the many awkward postures of Death, one stands out as the most ghastly yet published in any war book. It is labeled an execution in Kazan. Backed against the rough-hewn wall of a log cabin eleven men, most in underclothes, barefoot, one half-naked, are standing in the snow. The volley (whose echo Authoress Yurlova compares to "an immensely swift flight of pigeons across the yard") has just crashed...
From their grimy Midland factory towns, the late Enoch Arnold Bennett and David Herbert Lawrence went on to bigger and brighter themes. Now Authoress Phyllis Bentley, whose background is the textile industry of Yorkshire's West Riding, has taken up the smoky torch. The scene she dimly illuminates is industrial, but its appealingly human inhabitants move in solid outline against the drab shadow of mills...