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...feeling of estrangement from the life at home, approaches the bitter dissection of college life in Wolfe's "Look Homeward, Angel"-though Miss Carrick's approach lacks his sweeping inclusiveness and turgid power. Her polished style and delicate portrayal temperament are more in the urbane manner of Willa Cather. Only the concluding chapter betrays a novice hand. The threads of the plot, unsnarled but not firmly and finally knotted, dangle rather loosely...
SAPPHIRA AND THE SLAVE GIRL-Willa Cather-Knoft...
This week appeared Willa Cather's first novel in five years. It is an immaculately written account of a few months in the life of a family in Virginia. The year is 1856. The family is that of sober, plebeian Henry Colbert and his subtle, suffering, tony wife, Sapphira. They live, well-supplied with slaves, a little beyond the edge of civilization, within the fringes of the mountains. Sapphira's widowed daughter, an abolitionist at heart, does good among the mountaineers and the slaves. Sapphira's husband, another, spends most of his time at the mill, earnestly...
...Willa Cather could not possibly write a bad novel; but Sapphira and the Slave Girl bears witness that she can write a dull one. This dullness, though, is the sum of many honest virtues: a nicely formed story, characters drawn with delicate authority, sharp, evocative vignettes of Virginia living & landscape. The whole work has the well-made, healthful, sober clarity of a Dutch interior. And like many unexceptionable people who inspire neither more nor less than respect, Sapphira is not too dull to be pleasant reading...
...blue eyes to the pages of a book, and then Vag saw his chance. She was cramming desperately for an exam, and if it were only in his field, or even English 35, he would throw his C minus brain at her feet. But she was pondering on Willa Cather. Vag was crushed completely, and he knew it. He peered over his shoulder, trying to learn the title. Perhaps, he had read it, and they could have a homey chat on its place in literature. But he could think of nothing to say, nothing, that is, that would not sound...