Word: despairs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...held to the theory that the liberal can work with the Communist. In Manhattan, a distraught Russian schoolteacher leaped from an upper window in the Soviet consulate to escape return to Russia. More than speeches, reports or eyewitness accounts of life under Communism, her act nakedly revealed the bitter despair behind the glowing promises in Communism's workers' paradise...
...London theatrical parties last week Sir Laurence Olivier fluttered his hand in mock turtle despair. "Sacked, old boy, sacked," he said. "Left without...
...young (38), unknown French professor of philosophy in 1943 when he published Being and Nothingness, a 700-page look at modern man's predicament. So well did he echo the prevailing French despair that he became a Parisian hero, quit his teaching job and unleashed a flood of controversial writing that included novels, short stories, plays, essays and off-the-cuff journalism. Almost all of it has been a clinical, repetitious elaboration of his grim teaching: wretched man comes into this rotten world through no fault of his own. The concept of God, argues Sartre, is an irrational delusion...
...Wall, now published in an expensive limited edition, is a volume of Sartre's short stories written in 1939. His earlier writing turns out to have been an uncompromising preview of his latter-day pessimism. The characters are chiefly miserable neurotics beset by sexual frustrations, their personal despair compounded by life's (or Sartre's) carefully planted ironies...
...style is a thin, derivative brew of Hemingway, Faulkner, Dos Passos and simplified Joyce. It is hard to feel sorry for his gallery of modern misfits, even hard to remember them, probably because he has simply wrenched them out of life's context to illustrate his philosophy of despair. His stories have the effect of leaving the reader temporarily as debilitated as his characters. The feeling doesn't last long. A glance at any familiar living face dissipates...