Word: authorization
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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That a bastard could keep a bitter bargain when an emperor of the blood could not, is the thrilling tale which Author Preedy tells in all the sharp contrast of two disparate natures. With ingenious charm he answers an enigma of European history, enriching it with intriguing rogues, loyal soldiers, a soothsayer, an acrid duchess, and a golden-haired damsel who sets a light at her bedroom window...
...title Author Wescott implies that he is finished with his native haunts as literary copy it is just as well, since Wisconsin appears to him in unrelieved grey?a monotone of ugliness. And so do the people. Not a one of them has charm or gentleness or pleasant impulses; and the thoughts of each, tortuously analyzed, hark back to a frustration or forward with resignation and despair. Typical in the collection of stories are the drab blunderings of Amelia and her loutish husband ("The Runaways") who weary of their sterile farm, and burn the house for the insurance. Too scatter...
...flat emotions; a young musician's painful maladjustment on returning home from the greater world (Paris left-bank); a young girl's brooding over an implied sadistic horror-these are subject to Author Wescott's youthful scrutiny. He has a marked gift for creating atmospheric effects, and a keen sense of human drama ("In a Thicket," "Like a Lover," "The Sailor"); but, immature in his aping, he caters too much to Proust and Joyce...
...Significance. Author Lewis's Villon is not wax, nor is his fifteenth century Paris papier mache. Himself a man of energy, contemptuous of hot-house estheticism (which he flays in his Dedication and Preface, not the least stimulating portions of the book), he presents a three-dimensional, unsentimental Villon, a sensual idler and criminal, weak, mercurial, but possessed of four stable virtues-faith, patriotism, filial love, gratitude. Somewhere this man's tortured, gusty spirit was luminous with great poetry...
...Author. Dominic Bevan Wyndham Lewis arrived in the U. S. last week, was greeted and dined by Manhattan writer-folk. He is of Welsh-Irish ancestry, lives in St. Germain outside Paris, sends a regular column of comment to the London Daily Mail. He is an authoritative medievalist, a tireless scholar who disclaims his labors in his disdain for watery-veined pedants. He hates the "arty." His distant cousin is the more-famed Wyndham Lewis, vorticist, painter, novelist (Tarr), philosopher (Time and Western Man), a versatile, experimental da Vinci of the modern art world. Both are World War veterans...