Word: londoners
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week Lucian, a tousled, 24-year-old painter with dreamy eyes and frayed cuffs, exhibited a craftsmanlike beachscape that was the standout of a not-too-brilliant show of "New Generation" art in London. He took the occasion to blast at what was wrong with British painting. Said he: "In Britain everything is so foul and filthy that artists either go crazy, become surrealist or get into a rut. The clockwork morality of Britain that one feels on a bus, the inhumanity, the rigidity-it's a wonder that anyone paints at all." British art "is all just...
...feeding into the Post the biggest of the nation's bylines, Lorimer made it the biggest nickel's worth on the market. Contributors ranged from Jack London, Rex Beach, Irvin Cobb and Ring Lardner to such post-World War I stars as F. Scott Fitzgerald, Clarence Budington Kelland, Katharine Brush and J. P. Marquand. What they gave the Post was not always their best, but it was their slickest, and it was good enough to push circulation beyond...
...decaying recluse, Miss Havisham (Martita Hunt).When Pip is still a very young man, he is snatched from poverty into Great Expectations. Miss Havisham's subtle attorney Jaggers (F. L. Sullivan) holds a fortune in trust for him, the gift of an anonymous benefactor. Pip sets out for London to learn to be a gentleman. He shares lodgings with a rickety, charming young man named Herbert Pocket (Alec Guinness),and learns, instead, to be a snob. As he helps his old criminal friend to escape arrest and rescues Miss Havisham's ward, the beautiful Estella (Valerie Hobson), from...
...foggy afternoon in London, ten-year-old Sonia was lured into a vacant house, attacked, and choked to death. So begins Prelude to a Certain Midnight, the fifth novel by British Novelist Gerald Kersh (Sergeant Nelson of the Guards, Faces in a Dusty Picture). For a few pages Kersh fiddles around the psychological fringes of the crime, then he runs through a roster of gaudy suspects...
...Mothmar Acord ("a dish-shaped face, discolored by oriental suns and high fevers") ; Sinclair Wensday ("a cocaine personality . . . tall and popular . . . Galahad gone to the devil"). At his best Author Kersh writes like a comic Soho Gorki, drawing wicked, lively sketches of the barflies, pimps, fairies and phonies of London's bohemia. But Prelude never really gets going and never comes to an end, simply limping from sketch to sketch, as though even Author Kersh were never quite sure what he intended to say on the last page...