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...industrial society, technologically sophisticated but barbarous in human terms, its impersonality the enemy of the person. Jean-Paul Sartre, one of the few leftist intellectuals to take any interest in the later Dos Passos, once said of his work: "I know of none-not even Kafka's or Faulkner's-in which the art is greater or better hidden. I know of none that is more precious, more touching, and closer to us. That is because he takes his material from our world...
...Reading your review of my novel Pedlock & Sons [Oct. 21], I was reminded of the time in 1945 when William Faulkner and I were standing outside Warner Bros, studio waiting for our car, both a little glum since we had been working on the screenplay of Stallion Road. Bill said: "Who's going to star in this?" I said, "A horse." "I mean human." "Ronald Reagan." Bill thought a while and puffed on his Dunhill. "I don't know. Back home we'd run him for public office." "Why?"' Bill thought some more, then said...
Died. Barry Faulkner, 85, muralist, whose massive works decorate statehouses and office buildings across the country, most notably The Declaration of Independence and The Constitution in the exhibition hall of the National Archives building in Washington, D.C., and Intelligence Awakening Mankind, a 79-ft. by 14-ft. mosaic in Manhattan's RCA building; in Keene...
...ever, in the dozen years since the U.S. Supreme Court's school-desegregation decree have white Southern racists resorted to such brutish mob violence as the terrorism that greeted school opening in Grenada, Miss., last week. A neat, small (pop. 12,000), outwardly placid county seat deep in Faulkner country, Grenada (pronounced Gren-ay-da) had been simmering with racial tension ever since the James Mer edith protest march trooped through town last June...
...been stolen from the gypsies?"). Unlike most children, though, he drew constantly. "At first it was only cowboys, then it was baseball and football players. Finally," he recalls, "I drew a cowgirl." Not long after, Cloar, like many an ambitious Southerner-in real life as well as in Faulkner novels-set out for Memphis...