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...butts both the childish townspeople, who believe what they see on the stage, and the second-rate actors who lay open the dark places of the soul. In addition to these standard comic themes, he has tried to cash in on the superstition that anything said in Irish dialect is funny or fey, by making his scene the Irish town of Inish. But most of the cast have remarkably unfunny Irish accents, though their names are Irish. And Celt Robinson's lines have little Irish salt in them...
Rhys James' use of the Negro dialect is superb. His story has tang and originality. It is a merry tale in an unusual vein and never loses the feeling for childhood or its stormy fun. He returns us to a land we had long lost and so restores a hearty glow we had not felt for so very long a time...
...read him because he sometimes writes stories that hold them breathless. All three will find what they are looking for in Hemingway's latest book. Nobody now could mistake a Hemingway story for anything else. His language may appear hard-boiled but it is really a carefully artificial dialect. His subjects, as carefully chosen as his style, are almost always illustrations of the same theme: the sportsman caught in an unsportingly tight place and, with various versions of the Hemingway stiff upper lip, taking it like a sportsman. The motto on his title-page states his creed more explicitly...
...Ozark hills. This year it well might be. In The Woods Colt Author Thames Williamson has written the U. S. novel of 1933; its only serious rival so far is Anthony Adverse, which is not really indigenous to the U. S. The Woods Colt, as American as the dialect in which it is written, as the quick-tripping, minor-keyed banjo songs of the mountaineers, is as blood-stirring as an old ballad. The Book-of-the-Month Club, embarrassed by October riches, could not pass up this egregious novel, so it cannily chose both The Woods Colt and Flush...
...music to that of British Composer Frederick Delius. Scholarly musicians are looking forward to a Duke Ellington review which is scheduled for New York next season. Such lofty recognition has injected no jarring, self-conscious note into Ellington's performances. Ellington and his players cling to the Negro dialect. Hot obligates are still "riffs" to them. Dapper Sonny Greer, probably the world's greatest drummer, still shouts "Send me, man!" when he is about to launch a percussive volley. Ellington's own soft-spoken orders are a far cry from those used by white bandmasters. At rehearsals...