Word: fictioneers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...FICTION 1. The Arrangement, Kazan (1 last week...
...FICTION 1. The Arrangement, Kazan (1 last week) 2. The Eighth Day, Wilder (2) 3. Washington, D.C., Vidal (4) 4. The Secret of Santa Vittoria, Crichton (3) 5. Tales of Manhattan, Auchincloss (7) 6. Valley of the Dolls, Susann 7. Capable of Honor, Drury (8) 8. Rosemary's Baby, Levin (9) 9. The Chosen, Potok (5) 10. Fathers, Gold...
...nonetheless manages to give Warning Shot velocity by getting polished performances from his cast and by catching the spirit of stucco swank that passes for class in some down-at-heels sections of Los Angeles. As a faithful copy of Hollywood's old hard-boiled style of detective fiction, the film is not likely to engender any emotion except nostalgia. But if it has the look and the sound of an antique, it also has some of its value...
...real case against Lucy is not that she is "unsympathetic"-some of the greatest characters in fiction are-but that she is theatrically unsatisfying and an ear-jarring bore. Saddest of all, Philip Roth's second novel starts beautifully, with a fine evocation of the Wisconsin mood and climate and the skillful and sympathetic drawing of Willard Carroll, an assistant postmaster, one of the few "good" men in contemporary fiction. But then Lucy, Carroll's granddaughter, takes over in a truly venomous fashion, and the book strives embarrassingly to become a Midwestern Madame Bovary. It is bewildering that...
...Just before graduation, he married Jean Stafford. Two years his senior, she was intense, beautiful, a gifted writer of fiction (she later wrote Boston Adventure, The Mountain Lion) and an assistant professor at Stevens College in Columbia, Mo. And so, with his marriage, his graduation and his conversion, he at last stood outside the long shadow of Beacon Hill. He would deal with its traditional claims upon him only in his own terms: in poetry. And he would write New England's epitaph rather than a Frostian celebration...