Word: fictioners
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Africa threw a shadow over the entire year in both fiction and nonfiction. Religion was probably the leading single subject: the Bible may have had its biggest year of all time. Inspirational books kept booming, e.g., How to Live 365 Days a Year and The Answer Is God. Norman Vincent Peale's Power of Positive Thinking dominated the bestseller lists for the second year, with no end in sight...
...best fiction writers could be trusted, life was at worst a dreadful and at best an ironic business. Doubt, violence and cynicism hardly left shelf space for the few novels that tried to stress values; yet there were a few that took a stand for the more attractive sides of man, and their ringing success may be a straw in the wind...
After Guerard became interested in psychology, his own fiction changed immensely. "My first three novels were realistic and conventional," he says. "But after the war and after reading in psychology, I felt that everything was too much on the surface." He feels that if his later novels such as Night Journey have any merit, an interest in hidden motivations should get a large part of the credit...
While Guerard may help others to write fiction during the school term, he saves his own writing for summers. "I couldn't start a novel during school. As a teacher, you're a respectable member of society, but if your inner life were so thoroughly respectable, you couldn't write at all. You have to regain a certain amount of naivete to write a novel, and at the same time, you have to break out of your academic shell." He adds that "a writer is a combination of audacity and innocence...
...novel in Europe. He is not sure exactly where he will live, for as he says, "I don't like the idea of going to a predictable place." And in a sense, whether he is working with the French Resistance or watching the basketball team, whether he is writing fiction or criticizing it, Albert J. Guerard has been to very few predictable places...