Word: criticizers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...That might come at any moment. But no-after an inferno that only a very serious person could have invented came silence. The Manhattanites gasped, a few clapped, many cat-called and hooted. Arguments raged for blocks around as the noise-beaten crowd dispersed through the whispering city. Critics. In Europe, Composer Antheil was most thoughtfully pondered. The critics of the Manhattan newspapers derided, ignored. Said Critic Chotzinoff of the New York World: "This is making a mountain out of an antheil" (referring to the indubitably distinguished audience). Said a more facetious one: "Carnegie Hall was sold out two ways...
Doran-Farrar. The Bookman since 1921 has been amiable, even pollyannaish. Ladies' literary clubs like it. Mr. Doran, long a friend to young novelists, found a kindly young disciple in Editor Farrar, redheaded, chipper, who could gently pat the backs of hopeful literati. To many, Critic Farrar is a promising second edition of Critic William Lyon Phelps. Mr. Farrar will continue to function as editorial director of the Doran book business, will also contribute to the Rascoefied Bookman "a department somewhat like Dr. Phelps's in Scribner's-only different...
...Bookman promise a magazine that will be enlarged to include "general ideas and culture." Burton Rascoe is not new on the U. S. literary scene. Born in Kentucky, he began to read Socrates and Kant at the age of 12. He was a reporter before becoming book critic for the Chicago Tribune and the New York Tribune. In 1924, the Bookman said of him: "As a human being, he possesses not even rudimentary principles; and as a critic he hasn't any esthetic standards." The Bookman accused him of commercialism, credited him with an uncanny flair for perceiving genius...
...daughter, but without rings or crowsfeet; an aged German baron with a limp and many liaisons; a social-climbing physician whose heart is in interior decorating; a reportorial dandy; a gangster's girl and their "oozy" baby?are other marionettes in this smart book for which so eminent a critic as Ford Madox Ford has risked an "admirable . . . absolutely astonishing...
...book, he would have damned the product utterly; he would indeed have sentenced Mr. Joad to spend his days and his nights with the study of Addison. More persistent reading of The Citizen of the World papers and less credulous perusal of the Hearst papers might have guided this critic of our national failings toward complete triumph. In such a volume as this, the only excuse for its being is found either in clever irony or in scintillating wit. Mr. Joad rarely betrays either. His comment is bold and unrelieved. In discussing broadly the question of American worship of size...