Word: booths
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...accurately he figured is brought home, not always pleasantly, to Mr. Trask on mornings when he finds himself alone down in the basement surrounded by piles and piles of tickets and posters with three phones jangling at once and someone upstairs impatiently ringing the bell at the booth. There are notices outside proclaiming the glorious fact that the Brattle Hall Theatre is sold out every night. And the hardest part of the job is not drumming up trade but conciliating ticket buyers who procrastinated too long to get the seats they wanted. To turn out a play each and every...
Chief consolations: Lee Tover's crisp camera work; Wallace Ford as a retired safe-buster; and the enormously proficient Mr. Bogart, who can just sit in a phone booth and make a long-distance call to St. Louis crackle with life and interest...
...Booth Tarkington was trying to finish this novel when he died last May, aged 76. He had about a third of it still to write. It is now published, unfinished, with an introduction by his widow. She recalls how her husband distinguished what he called "the investigatory novel" from the "escapist" one-and declares that "the truth and mystery of human nature, and how most clearly to tell about that truth and that mystery" were the concern of his mature writing...
...Adams he matched his gifts against new and younger writers who questioned those values. Winesburg, Ohio, had been published in 1919; Main Street had been published in 1920, so had This Side of Paradise. The jazz age-which was also a self-critical and troubled age-had begun. But Booth Tarkington was 51. After his young success with costume romance (Monsieur Beaucaire) and carefree playwriting abroad with Harry Leon Wilson (The Man from Home), he had gone back to Indiana in 1911, there to come to his prime, and make his fortune, in one of the freshest and most crassly...
...popular professional, Booth Tarkington belonged, with his friend Harry Leon Wilson, and Joseph Hergesheimer and a few others, to a class whose flair and craftsmanship in the 'teens and '20s of this century is worth another look, though serious critics have generally ignored them. Their trade was to please the public for a living. But while they worked the mine of the U.S.'s more comfortable legends about itself, they worked it sometimes with real honesty and beauty. The literary data on life in the U.S. since 1900 would be as incomplete without Penrod and Alice Adams...