Word: grierson
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...thuh outhouse!" the startled Mississippi belle (Constance Towers) exclaims. "Them's Yankees!" Them, to be more precise, is the 1st Brigade, U.S. Cavalry. Colonel John Wayne commanding, and they are plunging along toward Newton Station in Director John Ford's $5,000,000 screen version of Grierson's Raid through the depths of Confederate territory during Grant's advance on Vicksburg. Summoning all her Southern charm, the proud beauty invites Wayne and his officers to dinner. Making the most of her downfall neckline, she leans low over the harried foe and offers him chicken: "What...
...good clean fun, especially for customers who like John Wayne and don't care much about Grierson's Raid. For those who do not like Wayne there is William Holden, who comes along for the ride as a military surgeon, and prescribes penicillin, or something mighty like it, a good 80 years before it was discovered. For those who like tennis there is Althea Gibson, women's national champion, who plays a slave. For those who collect rocks -the kind that comes out of scriptwriters' heads-there are the following specimens of Civil War speech...
REPUTATION FOR A SONG (331 pp.)]-Edward Grierson-Knopf...
...Reputation for a Song, British Novelist Edward Grierson has carpentered a trimly joined plot, with Freudian underpinnings and a legalistic overlay, to describe the ugly events leading up to the fatal night in the little English town and the court battle that followed. Having disposed of the body, mother and son buttress the boy's plea of- self-defense by disposing of the dead man's reputation. Margaret threatens to tell all; but even she is finally persuaded that her brother's neck is worth more than her father's name, remains silent when testimony paints...
...England, Novelist Grierson, 38, has been somewhat prematurely compared to E. M. Forster. In this book, he invests a good deal of intelligence and technical equipment in a very slight case of mur der, but does not help matters for the reader by his plodding, impersonal style and easily recognizable but one-dimensional British types. His point seems to be that justice can be blind. Nobody will disagree...