Word: landing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...each other in supporting and denouncing slavery. But in the end it is a misuse of Scripture that brings on Savior Vesy's end: "All these twelve years," he muses, "I give my people hope with the story of Moses. I never tell them Moses never reach the Promised Land...
Robert Cantwell's two novels, Laugh and Lie Down and Land of Plenty, were recognized as remarkably gifted in the early '30s and remain among the few novels of the depression still worth reading. He joined the staff of TIME in 1935, and began his researches in Hawthorne in 1939 when, at the beginning of the war in Europe, he picked up Hawthorne's Our Old Home and reread it "with a sense of wonder . . . at the close application of his insights" into England. The present book (the first volume of two) ends with the fame...
...kind-of "lightning rod" to keep the full shock of his masterpiece from the public. Imagination and the life of Salem had interpenetrated. Wrote Oliver Wendell Holmes: "He has done it, and it will never be harsh country again ... A light falls upon the place not of land or sea! How much he did for Salem...
...scheme of the book, represents innocence and freshness, the potentiality of Southern white manhood unspoiled by ancient hatreds. Counterposed to Charles is Lucas Beauchamp, an old Negro farmer with some white blood in his veins, who lives in solitary dignity on a patch of land bequeathed by a white ancestor. Lucas Beauchamp is one of the most magnificent and majestic characters in all American fiction. "Solitary, kinless and intractable, apparently not only without friends even in his own race but proud of it," he suggests the reserve and strength of a people inured to suffering and unshakable in its self...
...children breathing and waiting inside their barred and shuttered homes, not crouching cringing shrinking, not in anger and not quite in fear: just waiting, biding since theirs was an armament which the white mati could not match nor-if he but knew it-even cope with: patience . . . this land was a desert and a witness . . . of the deliberate turning as with one back of the whole dark people on which the very economy of the land itself was founded, not in heat or anger nor even regret but in one irremediable invincible inflexible repudiation, upon not a racial outrage...