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...gravy that has little to do with the U. S. Painters like Grant Wood use a clear sauce distilled from 14th-Century Italian primitives. Painters like Thomas Benton use their own highly flavored, homemade ketchup. One painter who presents the U. S. scene without trimmings is Minnesota-born Arnold Blanch, 26 of whose bleak, overcast landscapes and figure-paintings drew Manhattan's gallerygoers last week to the Associated American Artists' Galleries...
...exhibition, his first in five years, Painter Blanch had scoured the U. S. from the Carolina low country to the Colorado badlands, painting dilapidated shanties of Southern Negroes, sprawling prairie hamlets of the Middle West, dry, cowboy country of the Rockies. Ungilded with backwoods quaintness, unburdened with "social significance," his paintings let the U. S. speak for itself, from ramshackle farmhouses and clap-boarded Western store fronts...
...rich iron mines of Sweden. Well might Great Britain fear the establishment of a Red Fleet in Norway's impregnable fiords. Italy might well look forward to Balkan aggression by a Russia secure in the north. Throughout the world, people whose faith in democracy remained might well blanch at the prospect of a totalitarian attack on the nations where democracy has been most liberally applied. But it was Sweden which owned those coveted mines, and Norway whose coastline was threatened. And it was the leaders of these peoples who, if their governments were snuffed out, would be shot...
...Adolf Dehn's lyrical Lake in the Mountains, Lucile Blanch's Mine in Clinch Mountains served as brave antidotes...
Last week publishers' trade papers announced that New Directions of Norfolk, Conn, would soon publish Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer. This was sensational news, since publishing Henry Miller is a task that might well make any publisher blanch. Brought out in Paris four years ago, Tropic of Cancer has a bigger subterranean reputation than any recent book, based partly on the extravagant praise of critics like T. S. Eliot, partly on the difficulty of buying smuggled copies, but mostly because it is a low book, "the lowest book," in the words of Edmund Wilson, "I can ever...