Word: critics
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...more to reshape New York's aging face than any other man in the last 14 years. The New Yorker's Lewis Mumford is what Moses scornfully calls "an Ivory Tower" planner, a devoted disciple of Scotland's famed planner, Sir Patrick Geddes, and a learned critic who for years has been examining Manhattan's skyline with a dour eye. A fortnight ago, the two were hooting at each other in the columns of the New Yorker like motorists in a traffic...
Bringing New York's crackerjack little company to Chicago was largely the idea of the Chicago Tribune's caustic critic Claudia Cassidy, who had insistently trumpeted, "Why doesn't Chicago have something like it?" Claudia deserved some of the credit for the opening-night success (though the house was not sold out) and a subsequent Carmen (which did sell out). Wrote she: "If we are to have opera on a budget, either visiting or in residence, we may as well know immediately what it is like. Salome indicated that it is vivid, effective, sometimes brilliant, and that...
When he chooses, Ben Nicholson paints charming and recognizable still lifes and landscapes. He doesn't always choose. He also happens to be Britain's most revered abstractionist. For conservatives, there's the rub. In a book on Nicholson newly published in England, Art Critic Herbert Read rubs it in. You can't admire the still lifes and abhor the abstractions, admonishes Read, "without confessing to a prejudice that has nothing to do with the essential qualities...
...Left by the deaths of Historian Charles A. Beard, Educator Nicholas Murray Butler, Critic Royal Cortissoz, Scholar-Editor-Politico Wilbur L. Cross. A.A.A.L. membership (which is for life) is limited...
Miss Sitwell's earlier poems were hardly congenial to U.S. tastes. One critic thought of them as an artificial enchanted garden in which a rather nervous and overbred young lady trembled in a "trance of sensuous receptivity." Though brilliantly done, her first poems were excessively, lushly contrived. But as her work developed, another Edith Sitwell emerged, sensitive to human waste and moral agonies. In a play fragment which suggests something of Greek tragedy, she wrote such grandly simple lines as these...