Word: novel
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...years ago, at 46, Montana-born Novelist Guthrie, a veteran Kentucky newspaperman (Lexington Leader), proved in his first novel, The Big Sky, that an honest imagination edged with poetic understanding could rescue the trading and trapping mountain men of the West from the fake-heroic fictional mold into which they had long been cast. Now in The Way West, Guthrie has irrevocably separated the covered-wagon pioneers of the 1840s from the busy, lusty book jackets and movie posters which have long held them in box-office thrall. Guthrie's humane and literate feat will have the mass...
Little attention was paid to Mr. Green -so little, in fact, that Evelyn Waugh (who had just made a hit with his second novel, Vile Bodies) angrily described Living as "a neglected masterpiece." Henry Green abetted this neglect himself. He made little attempt to mingle with other literary lights, declined to be photographed. (As a special concession, last month he allowed himself to be photographed for TIME, but only in hands-to-face masquerade-see cut.) But the gossip columnists of that year had been idly poking around in search of something to say about the wedding bells...
...truth came out with a minor bang: PEER'S NEPHEW AS FACTORY HAND. Proletarian Mr. Green, it seemed, was simply the pseudonym of socialite Mr. Yorke. After writing most of his first "Henry Green" novel, Blindness, while a schoolboy at Eton, Mr. Yorke had gone up to Oxford, where he soon grew plain "bored." So he had roamed up to Birmingham, where a big engineering firm hired him at ?1 a week. "First I was a sort of storekeeper. Then I passed on to be a pattern maker, later I became a molder, and finally...
Last Gasp. In Loving, the first Henry Green novel to be published in the U.S. and perhaps the best of his seven, readers will see for themselves just what the "rudimentary" trap of blended yearning, lust, selfishness and self-sacrifice, i.e., love, looks like in the hands of an experienced man with a musical ear, an impressionist painter's eye, and a poet's obsession with life's hidden undercurrents and emotional mysteries...
...toast towards her Charley but cold and calculating as a stockbroker in getting him under the lock & key of matrimony. Cobwebs over Eire. Two such masterly characters deserve a masterly stage-set, and Author Green supplies it. Hollywood could make of Loving a movie almost as stunning as the novel, simply by faithfully following Green's sharp, quick series of glittering scenic plays and his natural, jumping dialogue. And a good director could even capture the lush moments when Green suddenly forgets the human comedy and begins to dream poetic fairy tales-as in his pen-picture of peacock...