Word: beerbohm
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Chap-Book dedicated to "all that is most modern and aggressive in the Young Man's literature." Within the next few years they had introduced to U. S. readers such little known or unknown writers as W. B. Yeats, Ibsen, Maeterlinck, Anatole France, H. G. Wells, Max Beerbohm, Symbolist Poets Verlaine, Mallarme, Rimbaud, as well as the poetry of Stephen Crane, the fiction of Henry James. They published one of the first (and still classic) examples of the new realism, Harold Frederic's The Damnation of Theron Ware. Their designers were (and still are) the best...
...friend, Critic Edmund Gosse, Baring sent a telegram: "Maurice Baring passed away peacefully this afternoon." At Gosse's Marsh heard Artist-Writer Max Beerbohm explain the diminutive figures in William Orpen's pictures: because Orpen was so short. "He sits down to paint, and says, 'Now I'll do a tremendously big fellow, I should think about five foot...
...following observations by the recently knighted Max Beerbohm [TIME, June 19] . . . although written at least a quarter of a century ago, are so surprisingly pertinent to the present moment that I am sure many of your readers would delight in them. The quotation is from an essay on the Republic of Switzerland in the volume Yet Again...
Italianate Englishman Max ("The Inimitable Max") Beerbohm, 61, lighter-than-air essayist who wrote his last book, Around Theatres, in 1930, was among those elevated to a knighthood on King George's birthday honors list. Forgiven, if not forgotten was his 40-year-old gibe: "Knighthood is a cheap commodity these days. It is modern Royalty's substitute for largesse and it is scattered broadcast. Though all would sneer at it, there are few whose hands would not gladly grasp the dingy patent...
...with Gilbertian high spirits. As artificial as the Yellowed Nineties which gave it birth, it has the pasty look and studied jauntiness of an elderly fop. The steady ticktock of its epigrams is broken only when one of them happens to chime. As Wilde said of the youthful Max Beerbohm, the gods have endowed the play's elegant, orchidaceous young men with the gift of perpetual...