Word: creep
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Genuine Priest. Novelist Power, 41, is not yet an expert craftsman. When he reports Father Cawder's metaphysical probings, his writing often goes dead and resembles a religious disputation more than a novel. When he should be driving his story to its climax, he lets it creep along. As recompense he offers some marvels of observation: the tawdry circus carnival, the chatter of unworldly nuns, and Father Cawder himself in all his miserable genuineness. Father Cawder may never become a cardinal-nor The Encounter ever match The Cardinal in sales-but Author Power has told a good, unsentimental story...
...damaged town. Leopold, a man of directness, folk wit and occasional sentimentality, attends to his business, drinks a fabulous quantity of wine, affectionately abuses his wife, and is instinctively contemptuous of all fanatics. When bombed-out schoolchildren recite Racine in his bar, used as a part-time classroom, tears creep down his vast purpled cheeks. Fancying himself a tragic poet, he works now & then on the first scene of a drama of which he is to be the hero. Sample...
...like your spicy lingo, and I reckon that regulars figure out the initialese (G.O.P., EGA, etc.). It's fairly easy now to follow Big John with his sidekicks in a souped-up Caddy to the hot-stove-league ball game at the jampacked Rose Bowl . . . I could creep into a flophouse, speakeasy, hot-spot or crap-joint with a pretty clear idea of what I'd be in there for. And although I admit that there are times when I could cheerfully hospitalize your typewriter-pecking hoodlums with a double whammy from Fowler's English Usage...
Elmer and Elsie are nocturnal. During the day, repelled by too-strong light, they hide in a cozy "hutch" against the wainscoting. When night comes, they venture out in search of the mild artificial light that they crave. Guided by their photoelectric eyes, they creep toward a lamp or the fireplace. When they hit an obstacle they stop, growl faintly, back away and try again at a slightly different angle. Their wanderings often take them all over the house. When they reach a light of the proper intensity, they bask under it blissfully in photoelectric euphoria...
...light. Now they want strong light: the bright, glaring lamp that burns inside their hutch. They scuttle toward it eagerly. If all goes well, they pop into the hutch, where electrical contacts quiet their hunger by recharging their batteries. Not until their run-down stomachs are full do they creep out again in search of gentle light...