Word: novelized
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Much-traveled Author Isherwood's early novel, The Last of Mr. Norris (TIME, May 20, 1935), was a grisly, eyewitness account of British pro-Nazis in Berlin. His Journey to a War (with verse commentary by W. H. Auden) was a stark, unromanticized look at embattled China. Now this rebellious son of a British lieutenant colonel lives monastically with three other men and eight women in a small house adjoining the alabaster temple of the Vedanta Society of Southern California. He shares his income and the housework with his fellow students, and daily ponders the teachings of his master...
...Cronin had very obviously not read "Going My Way" when he wrote "Keys of the Kingdom," but many of the Barry Fitzgerald touches are presented here by Edmund Gwynn. The novel, like all of Cronin's, has a consistent theme of human aspiration and courage with big does of excitement thrown in. It is a tear-jerker, but it is not unrelieved by lighter moments...
...finance the new school, a potent group of businessmen, diplomats and educators last summer initiated a novel plan. U.S. corporations which do business abroad would be asked to put up the cash. In return each could enroll one or more of its employes tuition-free-the number to be determined by the size of its contribution...
...Edna Ferber once remarked, "writing a novel is like plodding along a dirt road ankle deep in mud," she is easily one of the world's most determined plodders. So Big, Show Boat, Cimarron, American Beauty, Come and Get It and Saratoga Trunk have established her as a writer who is apparently unable to produce either a disappointing or a startling book. Great Son, though less strongly plotted than its predecessors, is the dependable Ferber brand of slickly written, cinemadaptable Americana...
During the war, Miss Ferber has been devoting much of her time to war work, the nature of which she refuses to disclose. She has closed her big Connecticut house and is living in a big Park Avenue duplex apartment. Sick to death at the moment, of novel-writing, she is feverishly working on a play. "Novels are a waste of time," she declares, "when there are plays to be written, real plays." She still cherishes an ambition to become an actress...