Word: critics
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Critic John Crosby, who has been dishing it out to TV for eleven years in the New York Herald Tribune and 95 other papers, started taking it last week. After serving as narrator in the debut of CBS's The Seven Lively Arts, Crosby "went into a state of shock" at the sort of things TV critics say about a new performer...
...campus is without its atrocity story of intellectual deadness. At the University of Michigan, Vice President for Student Affairs James Lewis asked a group of 100 students what they thought of Aldous Huxley. "Only one or two of them," he reported, "had ever heard of him." At Kenyon, Poet-Critic John Crowe Ransom sadly detects "a sort of idleness of the creative imagination." At the University of Illinois, English Professor Charles Shattuck complains : "A secondhand bookstore wouldn't be supported in this town." Says Joseph Baker, professor of English at the State University of Iowa: "Even the intellectuals...
...Barcelona. The excitement in Mexico City and Paris was mild compared to the roaring ole that has greeted the latest shows of 20-year-old, Manhattan-born Joan Markson, who signs herself with an Italianate flourish as "Giovannella." At her first show four months ago in Madrid, one critic wrote, "She approaches Goya . . . approximates Rembrandt . . . will have an outstanding name in the painting of our time...
...holds honorary degrees as such) but an engineer. He is restless, wrinkled, grey Pier Luigi Nervi, 66, whose soaring exhibition halls, breath-taking airplane hangars, utilitarian salt depots and tobacco warehouses are hailed by many as among the handsomest structures built in Europe in this century. One Italian critic has found an apt phrase to describe Nervi's work: "Poetry in concrete...
...Since Mozart." In Forbidden Childhood (written with New York World-Telegram and Sun Music Critic Louis Biancolli), Ruth Slenczynska recalls how her father cursed her, kept her hungry and beat her into being a genius. Nine hours a day, seven days a week, she sat practicing in her slip at the keyboard, never wearing a dress because the sweat would have ruined it. Her mother's protests were useless. In all things the terrified child obeyed the man who, after saving her from drowning, told her: "I just saved your life. Your life belongs to me and me alone...