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...JOHN DOS PASSOS is working on a novel about New Deal Washington politics, alternately putters about the Library of Congress researching a book on U.S. history. WILLIAM FAULKNER is raising corn and cotton on his Oxford, Miss. farm, writing for Hollywood "only when I run out of money," and working on a new book "off & on." In San Francisco, cocky WILLIAM SAROYAN has a novel in the works titled He Knew the Truth and Was Looking for Something Better,* but added: "This summer I plan to eat watermelons...
...other question provoked such strong feeling among the authors. Dos Passos declared he wanted no part of Hollywood, bluntly accused it of "trashifying literature." Along with Hollywood he lumped "the best-seller system and the book clubs which tend to standardize reading tastes on a mediocre level. Writers go to Hollywood thinking they can improve the medium. They can't. The medium destroys them. The compromise always works to their detriment. This is particularly bad for talented young writers who can't resist Hollywood gold at a time when they would normally be struggling along on a shoestring...
...cozy and vulgar version of sweetness-and-light longed for by the friends and relations of Oliver Allston [Elder Critic Van Wyck Brooks] or by complacent tinhorn patrioteers. The times we are heading into shouldn't give much encouragement for that guff except in the lending libraries." Added Dos Passos: "Young writers who believe in themselves should be willing to starve in a garret once more...
Before the war, he and his disciples were a carefree lot who did the Montmartre nightclubs, collected U.S. hot jazz records and the novels of William Faulkner, Erskine Caldwell and John Dos Passes, lived in the dingy, Left Bank Hotel de la Louisiane. Until recently, Sartre did most of his writing at a table in the Café de Flore. Since he became a celebrity, he works in the plushier Pont-Royal bar, where only well-heeled existentialists can afford to interrupt...
...spends some of it publishing his own avant-garde poems, had sent the Review a mash note. He thought it was the finest thing since the dear dead Dial, he said, and he offered to stake it to enough cash to make the Review in fact what John Dos Passos had called it: "The best literary magazine in America." Longtime Co-Editors William Phillips and Philip Rahv told Angel Dowling that they thought the job would take at least $50,000 a year...