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Graduated from the Andover-Newton Theological School in 1893, Rev. Oxnard's first pastorate was in Portland, Maine. He has also had parishes in Lawrence, Newton, New Bedford, Rehoboth, Southboro and Boxboro...
...Favourite of the Gods, by Sybille Bedford. Grand opera without music, about the dynastic rich of 19th century Europe, by a novelist with a fine feel for revoked wills, missing rubies, and the trials of being wellborn...
...true that Freud, Joyce and general confusion in the mind have made it impossible to write novels in the manner of Anthony Trollope. Sybille Bedford does just that. She is not an existentialist desperado; she does not go into psychological swivets; she has no new material for Dr. Kinsey. She just tells a plain tale with an old-fashioned Trollopean sense of the importance of what people wear, the houses they occupy, the jobs and property they get and lose, and the inherent drama of the tables of consanguinity. To this concern she adds a truly female tongue...
With this admirable equipment and range of interest, Mrs. Bedford wrote The Legacy (TIME, Feb. 11, 1957), a family study of the antediluvian fabric of Catholic European civilization that is regarded by a small but devout body of readers as a minor masterpiece. Now seven years after, she has followed it with A Favourite of the Gods, in which another family of aristocratic Europeans (this time, Italian-English-American rather than German-English) plays the complicated game of living by the exacting rules of class and faith...
...Wrong, Mr. James!" Sybille Bedford also has some fun with another character, an Anglicized American dilettante called Mr. James, apparently introduced so that the novelist may let us know that the old master Henry did not know all he was supposed to know about American heiresses-or American simplicity muddled by European sophistication. "You are all wrong," Constanza tells Mr. James. "It is the Italians who are simple; they did not have any novelists to tell them what they are like...