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...summer's day in the back-hill country of Henderson, Tenn., it was just plumb natural for all the farmboys to sing as they plowed their fields. Over at the Arnold farm, young Eddy would hear the voices echoing along the creek bottom and he would chime in with That Silver Haired Daddy of Mine, or maybe just practice up on his yodeling. Come sundown, he would toss his hand-me-down Sears, Roebuck geetar into a gunny sack and ride the family mule six miles into town to pick up 75? playing square-dance music...
...collection of blackmailers, murderers, police inspectors, political agitators and petty shopkeepers as are likely to appear outside the pages of Dickens. Like Dickens, Griffin leans rather too heavily on coincidence and the happy accident. He delights in detailing riots, violent death and upheavals of nature. But the trick effects chime neatly enough with the milieu. The result is thundering good Neapolitan drama...
There is something to be said (but not much) for any writer who can think up titles like Sexus, Plexus and Nexus. The names chime like a singing commercial piped by Priapean elves, all trying to jolly the reader into putting up once more with that old boudoir Bolshevik, Henry Miller, the Lenin of the dirty-word revolution...
...spot to high spot, from Oo-Shoo-Be-Doo-Be to Ow. Dizzy does blithe acrobatics with his trumpet, then stands aside for the legendary expatriates Bud Powell and Kenny Clark to shine briefly on piano and drums. In the meanwhile, the Double Six, a sextet of jazz singers, chime in like an instrumental combo, and Mimi Perrin, who has an extraordinarily agile voice, even takes on a couple of solos meant for Charlie Parker's horn...
...could make the familiar small change of language chink and chime into high melody. His verse often seemed as easy to read as McGuffey's Reader, but it contained universalities that obscure symbolists rarely attempt. In a time when despair is popular. Frost was grimly, gallantly optimistic. He saw man as a rider, "Mounted bareback on the earth ... his small fist buried in the bushy hide": But though it runs unbridled...