Word: faolain
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...conservative Catholic publications as the Brooklyn Tablet hopping mad) is presented each week by a triumvirate of devout but underpaid editors, aided by outside articles on politics, philosophy and the arts (for about a cent a word) from such contributors as Catholics Thomas Merton, Evelyn Waugh, Sean O'Faolain, non-Catholics Franz Werfel, Dorothy Thompson, Anglican W. H. Auden. The editors can print whatever they like because they have no publishing angel, no official ties with the Church...
Sean O'Faolain, famed Irish short-story writer, novelist (A Nest of Simple Folk) and biographer (A Life of Daniel O'Connell), loosed a blistering attack on Autoantiamericanism, a word of his own construction. Writing in the Irish monthly The Bell, he was addressing himself chiefly to his own countrymen, but his message would make interesting reading for a lot of other "auto-antis." Excerpts...
...first issue the general invitation, "Stop me if you've heard it." But Ireland's Liam O'Flaherty, author of that fine old favorite, The Informer (which a lot of people think was written by Victor McLaglen), takes up the theme as if no O'Faolain, O'Casey or O'Flaherty had ever played a variation on it before-and in two ticks he has the frayed old harp twanging away as rich as the day it was strung...
City of Flowers. Irish Catholic Sean O'Faolain (Come Back to Erin, King of the Beggars) is the latest in a long line of Northerners to make such an attempt. A Slimmer in Italy is not only an excellent, heartfelt guide to most of the principal cities of the peninsula, it is also admirably designed to salve the blows of disillusionment that many a pilgrim to Italy this Holy Year is sure to suffer. For the North-South gap is cultural as well as religious, and the new visitor to Italy had better know before he goes that though...
Headstrong Men. Many a traveler for many a century, says Author O'Faolain, has savagely refused to accept the fact that the cities of Italy "are not museums." Burgeoning with the exuberance that makes every Italian "a great, bursting bag of life," these cities have from time immemorial massacred their own beauties, thrown out long sprays of indiscriminate architectural splendor and ugliness-"gems set in pig-iron...