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Impractical Joke. In Los Angeles, Thomas J. Gant didn't see anything to laugh at when Thurman Lee Dawson gave him an outsized hotfoot with lighter fluid: he shot the prankster dead; the court called it justifiable homicide...
...plans to broaden Britain's traditionally upper-crust Foreign Office, and Russia's efforts to dominate civil aviation in Eastern Europe. But Corps Diplomatique still seems most at home in its social column, "Embassy Row," served up with heady whiffs of the old monde élégant: "The other day we met Baroness van Boetzelaer in what Milton called the best company: alone. . . . Emerson's wisdom that art teaches us manners and abolishes haste attains its perfect example in the First Lady of Washington's Diplomatic Corps [Brazilian Sculptress Senhora Maria Martins...
...novel, The Hills Beyond is mostly short flights of fiction. The opening piece on Grover Gant (who died early in Look Homeward, Angel) is a short, beautifully disciplined work, in a style of which Wolfe is popularly supposed to have been incapable. Chickamauga, which Wolfe slicked up unnaturally in the vain hope of selling it to the Satevepost, is a respectable experiment in the U.S. vernacular, as un-Wolfeishly plain as weathered bone. Also included: a steely-clean character sketch of a rich old New Yorker waking up; an almost religious essay on loneliness; a hard spanking of a literary...
...Heart's centre" of the story is petite, passionate Mrs. Esther Jack, a stage designer with a grown daughter and a nebulous husband somewhere in the Park Avenue background. Hero is not Eugene Gant but a presumably new character named George ("Monk") Webber. Unlike Eugene, he is of medium height, pug-nosed, simian-shaped. His antecedents are carefully different from Gant's. But no disguise will hide a Thomas Wolfe hero...
...Wolfe's ways of thinking and working are a great deal like Eugene Gant's, the hero of both the volumes already published. If he could get a little discipline, a little order, a little sense of proportion into his writing he would be what his publishers bill him as America's greatest living writer. He is now almost a pathetic figure, the major part of his genius going to waste...