Word: nostalgia
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...will be disappointed. In its 153 pages they will find the usual bitter-sweet taste and tragicomic personalities-freakish but heartwarming outcasts; birds and animals with the attractiveness of charming children; the waiters scurrying to & fro with black bread, liverwurst and seidels of foaming beer; chestnut and willow trees; nostalgia, trouble and human patience. But at the heart of these things is a brood of despicable Nazis; and when he comes down to earth to describe their piggish, ruthless natures, Bemelmans drops his magic wand for an unwieldy club. The art and appeal .of The Blue Danube are mostly...
...Novel ist Anthony Trollope. In a series of novels (including the best-selling The Brandons and Northbridge Rectory}, Author Thirkell has peopled Barsetshire with 20th-Century "descendants" of Trollope's squires, rural deans, bluebloods, housemaids and self-made men - all of whom breathe an air of whimsy, nostalgia and laconic snobbery that would make Author Trollope wince, but which has won Author Thirkell a host of chuckling fans...
...Seine, a copy of the Herald was a breath from home, almost as good as meeting an old friend from Milwaukee at the Ritz Bar. To hundreds of young newspapermen, a year or two on the Herald staff meant a finishing course in elementary journalism and a lifetime of nostalgia. In city rooms and editorial sanctums all over the U.S. there are oldtimers ready at the drop of a Martini to reminisce about the Herald's drafty, dingy shop in the rue du Louvre beside a clangorous trolley line; to swap legends about the fabulous, wispy, ageless columnist "Sparrow...
Franklin Pierce Adams, diarist-columnist (F.P.A.) turned nostalgia expert (of Information Please), was nominated as Democratic candidate for Connecticut's Senate, from a rock-ribbed Republican district. His campaign strategy: mostly "to keep my trap shut...
...thought on the artist and creative thinker. For the plain people clamor at the artist's door, promising him devotion and rich rewards if he will only distract them from the harshness of life by painting it in magic colors and assuring them that their idle dreams and nostalgia are true and good. They cry: "Carry me back, Master, to the cathedral town where the canons run through the water meadows with butterfly nets and the old women keep sweetshops in the cobbled side-streets, or back to the upland milltown . . . with its grope-movie and its poolroom...