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...Most gasp-worthy Winchell phenomenon: "Having been an intimate friend of Owney Madden. New York's No. 1 gang leader of the prohibition era, he became in the short space of two years, the public pal of J. Edgar Hoover, the No. 1 G-man of the repeal era." In 1932 Winchell's intimacy with gangland led to fear he would be rubbed out for knowing too much. In terror he fled to California, returned weeks later with a new enthusiasm for law, G-men, Uncle Sam, Old Glory...
Entering the St. Lawrence with the timbered, inhospitable Gaspé on his left, an invader would have the rugged Laurentians on his right, could not hope to get a foothold until he had taken Quebec. In the river his ships would be targets for defending bombers and artillery. The shores of the lower St. Lawrence are sheer and bold, could be held thinly by determined, well-armed men. At Quebec is the beginning of the lowland country which widens out into the fertile Richelieu Valley and south toward Lake Champlain. Farther upstrean lies Montreal, Canada's metropolis...
...Goethe, young Arthur Schopenhauer's hysterical bluestocking sister, Goethe's tortured, psychically castrated, piteous son-and its equally unpleasant effects upon a whole household and community. The exquisite, shriveling protocols of the formal luncheon are established with a finality, a bland cruelty, at which Marcel Proust might gasp...
When Lydia Chippman was 15 she was sent away from home. She was never told why. At 35, returning, she deeply needed to know what no one would tell her, and stared, through enigmas, relics, last-gasp confessions, upon the gradual flowering of her parents' dreadful past. Some feminine passages may give masculine readers the fantods. Yet the novel as a whole has the exquisite gentleness and exactitude, and the fascination, which reside in the proper treatment of an elaborate wound...
Said Here and Now's editorial leader: "Critics [of the Younger Generation] gasp at jitterbugging, forgetting completely those 'immoral' gyrations that 30 years ago were the turkey trot, the grizzly bear and the bunny hug. They wring their hands as they view the diminutive church attendance. . . . One wonders why more of them are not seen in church. . . . The kids of today don't have the real stuff anymore,' they say self-appreciatingly. 'Why, when I was young, do you think . . .?' and so on ad infinitum. When we are looked upon in such manner...