Word: criticize
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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With few exceptions the Canadian Press attacked Lord Bessborough last week. They pointed- out that to earn his keep a governor general has only to attend the functions to which he is invited and keep his temper. Only critic of Lord Bessborough to surfer was a radio announcer known as Uncle Al, who launched into an impassioned defense of Mary Pickford on the Gooderham & Worts whiskey hour...
Though Germany has given Thomas Mann only a grudging preeminence, Europe and the U. S. acknowledge him as one of the greatest living writers. Readers of his masterpiece-in-progress will echo the prayer of Critic Gabriele Reuter: "May the guardian angel of great literature sustain Thomas Mann, that he may complete this work as powerfully and beautifully as he has begun...
...onlv eggs, vegetables and pennies, but beef-steaks as well. It was a very huge suecess." They will sniff at the mock-heroic episode in which Malcolm Cowley smote a Paris cafe proprietor for Art's sake, thus gathering a two-fisted reputation that later scared bookish Critic Ernest Boyd. Nor will they be moved by his version of the long-drawn-out suicide of Harry Crosby, whom he regards as a symbolic figure. But left-wingers will find much to interest them, much to applaud. To plain readers Exile's Return will seem a well-documented, often...
...Criticism has forms that run the gamut from a brickbat to a disapproving silence, but criticism as a profession is not crowded with leaders. Thoughtful U. S. citizens, dazed by the soundless flicker of statistics, deafened by the screams of professional iconoclasts, lulled by the thin whisper of unco-highbrows, should be grateful for the reassuringly human voice of Critic Van Wyck Brooks. He is known by the minority that reads him as a sound, tonic, unacademic observer whose interest in the tall trees of literary criticism has not blinded him to the more important U. S. forest. These Three...
Long consideration of the U. S. scene has not made Critic Brooks an optimist. He thinks U. S. writers tend to lose their personality. ". . . The American writer, having struck out with his new note, becomes-how often!-progressively less and less himself. The blighted career, the arrested career, the diverted career are, with us, the rule." But he has cold comfort for the pseudo-stoics: "To be, to feel oneself, a 'victim' is in itself not to be an artist, for it is the nature of the artist to live, not in the world of which...