Word: dooms
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Novelist Styron's first book, Lie Down in Darkness, was a Fall-of-the-House-of-Usher story about a decaying Southern family, and its lyric, doom-haunted evocation of the Southern landscape made the author the bright hope of U.S. fiction among some critics, as well as the hero of a lively minor cult on college campuses. Much of his new and far inferior book takes place in Italy, south of Rome, but the characters and attitudes are standard sub-Mason-Dixon. The two central figures are Mason Flagg, a rich neurotic dilettante, and Cass Kinsolving, an alcoholic...
Banks v. Marines. What spells doom for Trumpet is its balance sheet. No one knows this better than its president. John Ridgely Warren, an aging wonder boy with a Roman nose, whose past careers have rocketed and fizzled like Roman candles "Ridge" Warren has beefed up Trumpet's circulation, but the magazine's advertising is a sickly trickle, its creditors are edgy and the bank is poised to snip its credit life line. Two-thirds of View centers on Ridge's hectic bids to bring the marines of high finance to the rescue...
...than basic ("Crapola! Crapola! Crapola!"). As a roman a clef, or key-to-reality-novel, the book unlocks some fairly intriguing trade gossip. But as literature. View from the Fortieth Floor lacks a consistent viewpoint, simply upends a wastebasket of facts and scans the litter like tea leaves of doom...
...Castle of Otranto). Eventually housewives and what Hawthorne called "female scribblers" took over the sentimental novel; as a romantic fantasy it has paced U.S. bestseller lists ever since. When Charles Brockden Brown, a graceless but serious 18th century writer, replaced Italian ruins with the American wilderness and aristocratic doom with Indian gore-in such novels as Edgar Huntly-the gothic novel became the favored mode of major U.S. novelists from Melville to Faulkner...
...offer his mouthpiece to a passing fish. Maurice Fargues, a great diver on the Cousteau team, was brought up dead from 394 ft., his mouthpiece hanging loose around his neck. "I personally am quite receptive to nitrogen narcosis," says Cousteau. "I love it and fear it like doom...