Word: bleakness
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Spectator. The story opens in 1914 with one Brosius, a high school teacher as brutal as the one in Remarque's book, bullying delicate young Leo Silberstein, a Jew. Leo serves only to provide the author with the bleak picture of a despised race. The author is likewise merely a spectator when adults talk politics; when the workers march singing behind their arrested leader; when Germans who were once social and political enemies fall hysterically into each other's arms because "they need their hatred for the other people''; when philosophical Ferd is stoned for predicting...
...suffering. Anguish is constant in Ultima Thule, which is already being called great. Though modern critics are hasty with their wreaths, this story of impoverished Dr. Richard Mahony, 49, who began anew in Australia, is indubitably a deep-dug, searing novel. Huddling his wife and three lateborn children within bleak walls, the Doctor felt too poor to entertain. He thus lost contacts, clientele. Then he removed to another town, where one of his daughters died, his own abilities ebbed. He set a bone awkwardly; his practice limped thereafter. Moving to the seashore, he tried again, became hopelessly deranged, attempted...
...John Callahan actually scaled the 20-ft. wall of Manhattan's Tombs with tenacious hands and feet. Two keepers conducting one Dr. Theodore Gallaudet to the same bleak prison were magnificently wined-dined by their prisoner en route. In their stupor he left the restaurant on a pretext, went to Havana and Paris where his family joined him, lived happily and immune thereafter...
...toward Angora the Ghazi saw that it was true. Jutting high above a dusty plain is the ruined citadel of Angora. The "Fish Bazaar," the old section of the town, known to modern Turks as the pest section, straggles down from the summit of the rock to the bleak modern city at its base. Up the rock now, as the Ghazi gazed, leaped crackling flames, lighting up the plain. For hours the Ghazi worked shoulder to shoulder with firemen, policemen, soldiers. The acrid smoke of burning buildings mingled with the smell of burning fish. By morning it was seen that...
...muddy bleak Tiomne, near Uman, a church was crowded last week. Dingy communicants, bearded, bright-eyed, breathless, gazed in fascination at a plain wooden table which stood before the altar. A young man lay across the table. His throat was bared...