Word: derelictions
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...other focal character is a derelict doctor who, we are rather imperfectly told, came to town years before with his wife and the climate drove him to drink. He operated on her in childbirth when he was drunk, and she died. He is more or less expiating his deed as a futile, filthy, good-hearted drunk and buffoon. The central theme is largely the story of his "redemption" as he responds to the need of those around him in the plague, and to the widow's new-found attraction to him, and of her "acceptance" of things as they...
...finally, at the continent's rim, it meets the frozen seas, and ice battles ice on a titanic scale. Vast crevasses shudder open along the tortured ridges; ice rafts as large as the state of Connecticut are torn loose from the continental shelf and set floating like derelict monsters in the frigid waters...
...trying. Perhaps I have lived after all, without knowing." As a craftsman, Beckett tries to convey the chaotic by means of the incoherent, and fails. He possesses fierce intellectual honesty, and his prose has a bare, involuted rhythm that is almost hypnotic. Yet, in the end, his derelict's vision of humanity is that of the prideful or fearful castaway who reduces the meaning of all life to the cramped island of self...
...short, stocky, inconspicuous man, who for 34 memorable years moved quietly and almost invisibly about Manhattan with sketch pad and fountain pen. When he died last year at 56, the graphic record he left behind told what he had best loved and captured: the big city with its derelict Bowery bums, jaded burlesque queens and their wise-guy following of touts and sports, the day-to-day lives of Manhattan's anonymous masses, and everywhere-lolling on the beaches, powdering their noses in the mirror of a subway gum machine or just striding, windblown, under the "L"-the proud...
...short-lived author of The Red Badge of Courage, is categorized as a tosspot. After many years of research into the affairs of Stephen Crane, I feel compelled to state that Crane's drinking, social or otherwise, seemed less than enthusiastic . . . Over a half century ago when A Derelict, a short story by Richard Harding Davis, appeared, it was whispered among the literati that Channing, the more than generous newspaper correspondent of the tale, was actually Stephen Crane. Davis denied the supposed inference . . . I hope it is not about to be resurrected by Mr. Sinclair...