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...Informer, Too. Irish-American Author Roth, a 33-year-old U.S. Air Force veteran who also served three years with the Irish army, writes with the kind of detachment that is unwelcome in partisan and partitioned Ireland. He puts his novel in one of Northern Ireland's "lost six counties" (Tyrone) where those of the Protestant majority have stubbornly held to their British loyalties, their Orange Lodges and their midget state in the face of the Catholic minority. Novelist Roth deals with the minority. His village stage is a stony place called Duncrana, and the leading man on that...
...Wound & the Beau. Behaving like her own very private eye on the spoor of a family scandal, Mary McCarthy gives the reader facts about her early self. She was born in Seattle in 1912, daughter of Roy ("poor Roy," the family called him) McCarthy, an Irish-American lawyer. Mary was early conscious of the special Irish-American quality of traditional resentment, liberation, and (on emigration) emergence into a new minority. Furthermore, her family history was complicated not only by a scattering of Protestants but by that Jewish grandmother. The Irish and the Jews, most self-conscious of immigrants, set their...
Within Beck's own union, there were uneasy stirrings. "They ought to hang Beck," said one Irish-American teamster in Local 682 in St. Louis. In Local 524 in Yakima, Wash., the teamsters did just that, stringing up an effigy of Beck and setting it afire with cigarette lighters. "Beck's been talking about us paying for his defense fund," growled a Seattle taxi driver. "We been hanging around the cab stands all day trying to figure out how to slip some dough to the prosecution." Said a truck driver in Portland, Ore.: "It's high time...
...Morning (Paramount) is a strained reworking of one of Paramount's most profitable formulas: the Bing Crosby-Barry Fitzgerald blend of Irish-American humor and whimsy. The first of the series, Going My Way, was a ripe, full-bodied sample of straight dramatic comedy. The second, Welcome Stranger, was a diluted blend of the same ingredients. Top o' the Morning is a heavily watered-down concoction, pleasant to the taste but lacking in punch...
...John Barrymore and still more heavily on Douglas Fairbanks Sr., and his imitations, almost the more because they are so apt and eager, are as unhappy to watch as any other forged masterpiece. Besides, he has to deliver a good deal of ornate language in his deep-city Irish-American diction, very good of itself, but inappropriate here. The total effect of the picture is "entertainment" troubled by delusions of "art," and vice versa. Comedy, whether high or low, is the quickest thing there is to perish under pretension...