Word: good
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...brilliant student who invented the "two-drink dash," a simple game in which a prize was supposed to go to the man who could get by subway to a wine shop in Boston, bolt two drinks and get back in the shortest time. "We spent a good deal of our time doing the two-drink dash, but I don't remember that anybody ever got a prize...
...summer Christina suggested they take their vacation abroad. "Instead I took her on a canoe trip to Minnesota and Ontario." When they were living in Boston and he told her about his idea for The Late George Apley, she remarked, as he remembers it: "That's a good book to write if you want to leave Boston, that's all." They were divorced...
...short stories, $30,000 to $40,000 for serials), Marquand's name was synonymous with surefire slick writing. In those days, says Marquand, "I was a simple little boy in the lower echelons, naive about literature and the world in general, just a good boy trying to conform. I thought John Dos Passos was a terrible yellow belly for griping about the war." But at the time, he thought he had the world by the tail. He went to Europe in 1921 ("I was Lord Byron on a triumphal tour. God, it was wonderful!"), and in Rome became engaged...
Along it the Marquand pattern has been evolving: the harried U.S. male battling his environment in successive generations, fighting a losing fight to lead the good life and be a good fellow while trying to be happy and be himself. Marquand's female characters are unfinished portraits, and he knows it. "I have never had a female character really steering. They are usually officious people who are rocking the boat and are worried about the butcher bill and the cat. My first wife thinks all the women are based on her, and my second wife thinks all the women...
...close the gap between Spruce Street and aristocratic Johnson Street in his boyhood town of Clyde, Mass, (for which, perhaps, read Newburyport). Jessica Lovell lived on Johnson Street and was in love with Charley Gray, but it was clear from the start that snobbery wouldn't let anything good come of it. Charley recalls that when, in the middle of the kid-glove slugfest for the vice-presidency at the bank, he goes back to Clyde. As he walks through the old familiar scene, he knows that he has passed the point of no return...