Word: novelists
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...York City loft. "Wystan started up some queer kind of little stove, but we sat in our overcoats and our breath went up in vapor." Vladimir Nabokov comes for a visit, and they start arguing about how various English and Russian words should be pronounced. Wilson concludes that the novelist has "something in him rather nasty -- the cruelty of the arrogant rich...
...outstanding phenomenon," master of "sparkling language (and) unexpected metaphors," a real Russian "yearning for his homeland." Could this be the same Vladimir Nabokov, the great Russian-born novelist, whom Soviet authorities had long dismissed for "literary snobbism"? It could indeed, when a Soviet publication, 64 Chess Review, is prompted by today's new, more permissive cultural climate to print an excerpt from Nabokov's 1954 memoir Other Shores with a glowing introduction by Poet Fazil Iskander. So what if Nabokov is nine years dead, his greatest works, including the sensational Lolita, published decades ago? So what that...
...writes her first novel, a steamy social satire and, of course, a sure best seller. It is the kind of dizzying ascent that Sally Quinn, the Washington Post's famous acid pen of the '70s, might have chronicled with flair. But she can't: the reporter-turned- hostessturned-novelist is Sally Quinn...
...already been tipped as a 'sleeper' . . . I had not expected to enjoy myself --Background to Danger with George Raft had made me very queasy--but I had not expected a screen Dimitrios to give me stomach cramps. They were quite severe." At the close, he imagines an ideal novelist-turned-screenwriter. After he completes his assignment, says Ambler, he has a sense "of anti- climax, a feeling of irritation because his work must now be handed over to others." For him "there is hope. It will not be long before he is back working in a medium in which...
...self-mutilation. The book begins and ends with fireball confrontations between the evangelist and his firstborn son, recalled by another son, Luke. The rest, rich in incident, sounds the depths of sexual betrayal and despair. Treadwell calls himself a storyteller, a term that provides a sly, apt link between novelist and revivalist. Each, Wilson suggests, is trying in his way to explain the random nature of fate. In both the father's febrile sermons and the son's cool observation, there is no justice, no fairness. There is, however, the restless energy of a fine emerging writer...