Word: faulkners
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...days with English concentrators and dilettantes leaning forward to memorize Perry Miller's interpretations of the White Whale; Sever Hall draws about a roomful of the less dilettantish who wish to gain Kenneth Murdock's analyses of American literature to 1825; and the Coop is stocked with books by Faulkner, Twain, Hawthorne, Cooper, and the Puritan writers...
...country, much of the literary talent in the past thirty years has come from the South: Wolfe, Faulkner, Robert Penn Warren, Allen Tate, Eudora Welty, Carson McCullers, and John Crowe Ransom. The South has its own colorful history, way of life and values, all of which came into conflict with the North, a region claiming moral superiority and possessing physical superiority. Southern writers became increasingly aware of the value of regionalism and fought the omnivorousness of Megapolis the exclusive formation of literary taste by New York. This moment reached its peak with the Southern Agarian movement led by Robert Penn...
...hell are Sinclair Lewis, William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway, anyway? Merely Nobel Prizewinners who have written sentimental slop . . . And Steinbeck-pooh ! A lowly proletarian who drips grief over his characters. Then there's James Gould Cozzens, awarded the Pulitzer Prize, whose quoted utterances reflect flashes of his own many-faceted snooty character. Sex. "What's a woman for?" "The thing you have to know is yourself; you are people." And so, his stable of characters, I suspect, is a hash-up of his own personality...
...could have run in Little Folks magazine. Under the rough exterior of Hemingway, he's just a great big bleeding heart. Sinclair Lewis was a crypto-sentimentalist and a slovenly writer who managed a slight falsification of life in order to move the reader. Faulkner falsified life for dramatic effect. It's sentimentality disguised by the corncob. I can't read ten pages of Steinbeck without throwing up. I couldn't read the proletarian crap that came out in the '30s; again you had sentimentalism-the poor oppressed workers...
...this race, and veteran bow John Lapsley will move to the number seven oar. Bob McLaughlin will occupy the important cox position, and Fred Schwartz will be stroke. The rest of the boat will be Art Hodges, two; Jim McClennon, three; Jim Leonard, four; Peter Tulloch, five; and Charlie Faulkner...