Word: novel
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...well-intentioned but somewhat humorless blurb writer for this, Mr. Cozzens' third novel, declares on the jacket that it is "A dramatic and exciting novel of Cuba, where SUGAR dominates and warps men's lives." His unhappiness of expression is lamentable, but a perusal of Cock Pit discloses that his analysis is substantially correct. It is rather to be regretted that he does not mention any other of Cock Pit's qualities or characteristics, for Cock Pit is a pretty good book...
...Bride's Progress you can find whatever meaning you are seeking. The married man of years, steeped in maturity, will find in wholesome social-comedy style a clever, epigrammatic bit of marriage philosophy. The unmarried college student will find a daring piece of ironic comedy, a novel of the most risque caliber...
...Lawrenceville in New Jersey, the loss (for a year) of Novelist-Professor Thornton Niven Wilder, writing a novel in England, tramping with a friend; the gain of ten new Masters...
...feeding clouds of friendly pigeons. Lance, gentleman bred, chafed at his parents' flashy new-wealth, scorned his father for concealing the identity of his grandfather. Skipping a generation, Lance brought to understanding old Pybus all his young troubles−mixup with a London tart, throes of a first novel. Old Pybus basked in the confidences, gave harsh literary advice, produced just the girl for Lance. That Lance, of avowedly artistic temperament, should accept both the advice and the girl so promptly is somehow too storybook...
...Henry Dickens, 79, only living son of Novelist Charles Dickens, flayed in London one Carl E. Bechofer-Roberts who had written a novel, Ephesian, defaming his father. Said he: "The book is so utterly unworthy of the slightest consideration . . . that I must decline to serve the author's purpose by adding to its publicity. ... If any one had dared to publish a book like this 58 years ago when my father died, hundreds of people would have arisen to give...