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...visionary than Owen's. Owen's came out of the particular circumstances of the trenches, and there is nothing to make us think that if he had not been on the Western Front ... he would not have warned anyone about anything at all. He would have been a nice chap and a quiet poet. With Sylvia Plath, her femininity is that her hysteria comes completely out of herself...
...showing. "You are not men." He has demoted at least one captain to private, but has also been known to pick a good man from the ranks and make him an officer. When he recently elevated a private to 2nd lieutenant, one of his officers complained: "My dear chap, we can't have someone in the mess eating with his fingers." Steiner, who speaks French and German, replied that he did not care if the man ate with his feet, as long as he was a good soldier...
...give today's young protesters pause to discover that way back in 1943 this chap Wylie was throwing verbal Molotov cocktails at authority, the church, motherhood, scientists and economists. His book Generation of Vipers, written in a mood of "ribaldry and rage," became a famous bestseller. True, it did not inspire street riots or start campus revolutions, but at least it gave aid and comfort to thousands of as yet un-Freudianized young men and women who wanted to reject their mothers...
Make-Believe Alexander Pope must have been wrong, poor chap. The proper study of mankind is not man, but-in current fiction, at any rate-his phallus. Novelists are exploring ever more intimately, not to say enviously, the wondrous achievements of recognized bedroom supermen. In fact, everyone-heroes, authors, readers-seems to be getting rather exhausted. Perhaps that is why so many novels this season deal with sex in its most mechanized and dehumanized form. The dildo is the feature; everybody, apparently, uses an artificial penis, or else needs one badly...
...bound to have an insidious appeal: it can make a woman wallow in self-pity. The scene is a Paris rapidly becoming Americanized. The heroine is Laurence, the ultramodern career woman (advertising, of course) with a successful architect husband, two sweet little girls, and a lover always on tap (chap who works in her office). She is suffocating in a sea of materialism, false standards and social hypocrisy. Security is a cocoon. The sorrows of the world must not intrude; her sensitive eldest daughter must not be made aware that there is cruelty and hunger in the world...