Word: guerard
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...crowded hour with popular classes. The two hundred and twenty-five elect who made it into Comp Lit 166 will file into Longfellow Alumnae with a sizeable vanguard of embittered auditors to hear Professor Guerard launch his whirlwind tour of modern novels from Bovary to Absolom. Fieser, Krall, et al, will start their annual purge of Harvard's pre-med ranks in Mallinc-krodt MB9. Expressly designed to separate the men from the boys, Chem 20 will again swell the number of English concentrators...
...effective scene is Anthony's gambling; the least effective are Anthony's introspective monologues. Some of the descriptive passages are pat and common coin from the American Weekly and the Advocate. The pages are littered with italicized French terms. Perhaps because the style is adopted, it is self-conscious. Guerard has the disturbing habit of affirming himself in the middle of a sentence with a superflous...
...publishers and a number of critics have made much of the novel's "economy" of presentation. It is a strange economy, an economy which reduces the 18 years of squalor to a few paragraphs, and yet sends its protagonist back to the squalor as a pawn of Guerard's "reality." It is an economy which, when employed, too often fails to satisfy the curiosity; and which, in its lapses, overelaborates the same sort of sex affair people have confessed to in railroad club cars for a quarter-century...
burden to bear. The characters are not content to view each other ironically or come to an ironic realization of self; but Guerard himself is ironic about Anthony, and about reality. And the reader has to be somewhat ironic about Guerard...
...Albert Guerard is a Harvard English professor, and those of us who listened to his tales of Gide and watched Conrad on the psychoanalytic couch may well contend that his place is at the podium, as a critic. Anthony might be a spectator at his own doom, but like most heroes in the Age of the Common Man, he is more tedious than tragic...