Word: forster
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...significant work is all concentrated in the ten-year span from 1920 to 1930. The novels after 1930, even the successful It Can't Happen Here and Kingsblood Royal, were jerry-built, and some of them were embarrassingly bad. E. M. Forster predicted his decline as early as Dodsworth; in an essay on Lewis called "A Camera Man," he wrote: "Photography is a pursuit for the young. So long as a writer has the freshness of youth on him, he can work the snapshot method, but when it passes he has nothing to fall back upon. It is here...
Amid the French furniture, Greek marbles and African carvings of London's Greek embassy, he and his statuesque blonde wife regularly entertain such philhellenic men of letters and personal friends as Lawrence Durrell, E. M. Forster, John Lehmann and Classicist Maurice Bowra...
...Rudolf Forster plays Macheath with perfect self-satiric detachment and ingratiating charm, and Carola Neher manages Polly's changing character very subtly. Despite my regrets about the movie's confusion both in purpose and details, I found it delightful. It captures the bitter, ironic, and warm humor of the original...
...Greenwich Village will notice differences; the film, for some reason, has fewer songs, and its mockery of capitalism is more savagely direct. The stage play rewards the outlaw Mack the Knife for his evil deeds merely with a title and a pension; in the film. Mackie Messer (Rudolph Forster) becomes the director of a bank. As Peachum's beggars prepare to break up a coronation parade (Threepenny Opera owes its inspiration to John Gay's Beggar's Opera, and the scene is London), someone remarks: "The rich have hard hearts -but weak nerves." The line is pure...
...help it raise money for taxes, friends of the London Library put several prized manuscripts on the block of a local auctioneer. The final handwritten draft of A Passage to India, the great West-confronts-East novel by E. M. Forster, was knocked down for $18,200-said to be the highest price ever paid for a living author's manuscript. The buyer, a Manhattan rare books dealer, also picked up (for another client) a hand copy of T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland, faithfully duplicated by the poet in his own script because the original-last seen...