Word: blaze
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...minutes, it was all over. The iron building was not destroyed, but Walter Barnes, his vocalist, six of his ten bandsmen died in the hall. Only a few burned to death; most were smothered or crushed. When the blaze had burned itself out, the dead were piled three deep...
Before dawn one morning last week a bomber of the Royal Air Force glided in over the Stavanger airport, only big field in craggy Norway's west. Down went a magnesium flare and, in a few moments, up in a great bang and blaze went chunks of concrete runways, hangars and transport planes. For 80 minutes an undetermined number of ships of the British Fleet several miles off shore hurled an infernal amount of steel and high explosive onto the Stavanger field, while Allied bombers attacked at Trondheim to ground Nazi planes there. The British ships got away before...
...mound for Boston was diamond-wise Robert Moses ("Ole Mose") Grove, No. 1 Red Sox pitcher despite his 40 years. With masterful control and rare cunning, resorted to when the blaze died out of his famed fireball five years ago, Ole Mose confounded Washington batters. Up they came and down they went. By the eighth inning, no Senator had even got to first base on a walk. Then, after retiring 21 batters in a row-with a no-hit, no-run game almost in the palm of his glove-Grove faltered. One hit was chalked up against him, then another...
...Novelists Aldous Huxley and Christopher Isherwood emigrated to Hollywood, Poets Wystan Hugh Auden and Louis MacNeice to New York (TIME, Oct. 30). But this spring, a couple of portents appeared, one of them described as such by a writer well qualified to discern it. In a foreword to The Blaze of Noon, Novelist Elizabeth Bowen declared : "This novel, by knocking away devices, by moving beyond the known terms of reference, looks like-and I think is-the beginning of something new. Unlike most English novels, it is unprovincial: coming now, it may come a little in advance of its time...
Humorless, superficially "abnormal," The Blaze of Noon is not a great novel nor one that a wide public will at once admire. But it is a work of art with more than one dimension. As a parable, for example, it offers food for thought to those who have sight but waste it. As a tract it is a severe corrective to the mindlessness of the D. H. Lawrence preachings on sex. As Elizabeth Bowen says, "the disabusedness, and the absence of conflict, make this un-English writing"; as she does not say, they make it something like French writing...