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...JOURNALS OF ANDRE GIDE (380 pp.) -Translated, with an Introduction and Notes, by Justin O'Brien-Knopf...
...Dare to be yourself," wrote Andre Gide in his diary at 22. "My mind is becoming voluptuously impious and pagan. I must stress that tendency." If he felt like a pagan, he still acted like a Protestant; he carried a pocket Bible everywhere with him. But he was always seesawing between the assurances of prayer and the doubts of spiritual confusion. Twenty-one years later, he confided to his journal: "Catholicism is inadmissible. Protestantism is intolerable. And I feel profoundly Christian. . . . From day to day I put off and carry a little farther into the future my prayer...
...Gide's famous Journals have been praised in hushed tones by his admirers ever since their Paris publication in 1939. This first volume in English, covering the period 1889-1913 (two others are promised before 1950), is apt to get about the same degree of critical genuflection-and popular indifference-that French Man of Letters Gide has learned to expect. At 77, it is unlikely that he will live to see his popularity catch up with his reputation (based mainly in the U.S. on one novel, The Counterfeiters). A handful of intellectuals have made a cult of his uncompromising...
...place to be as highbrow as they like, to talk to their own kind and never mind being intelligible to the uninitiated. The result has been sometimes stuffy, oftentimes overreaching, but usually stimulating. Such first-rate writers and critics as Arthur Koestler, Ignazio Silone, George Orwell, Albert Camus, Andre Gide and Edmund Wilson have sold Partisan Review articles for a token $2 a page. Poets T. S. Eliot, W. H. Auden, Karl Shapiro and Robert Lowell were paid $3 a page. Thanks to Publisher-to-be Dowling, Partisan Review will now offer 2½? a word for prose...
Nothing Can Equal Me. The idols of the expatriates-James Joyce, Gertrude Stein, Ernest Hemingway, Paul Valery, Andre Gide-were for the most part hardworking, serious writers who lived at a safe distance from their rambunctious disciples. When Sinclair Lewis - arch-progenitor, to the average expatriate, of "the stenographic, Pullman-smoker school of writing"-visited Montparnasse and sat himself down at a conspicuous table in one of the cafés, every expatriate eye turned icily away. "Little" magazines such as transition, Broom, Secession, and Gargoyle occupied a position of huge magnitude in the expatriate eye. Putnam tells the dismal...