Word: novelized
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...first half of the novel, Mother Danforth's mind wanders wayward through the past, remembering all that a reader must know to understand what is to come, but also remembering such things as a day when she was a little girl, lying in the grass: "The heat waved over tier hands and face and the air rippled all around her in little rings and circulations of summer tunes. She put out a finger to deflect an emerald beetle climbing a blade of grass and watched it spread its pretty double wings and fly away; there was a long procession...
Novelist Miller thought that the trouble might be her placid style. She decided to take a completely new course. She picked herself the pseudonym of Isabel Bolton and, in 1946, published a novel in a new, free style, Do I Wake or Sleep. It consisted pretty much of the interior monologues of a woman of intuitions, like Isabel Bolton. This time, the critics were watching. The New Yorker's Edmund Wilson found the Bolton style "exquisitely perfect in accent"; some of it he compared to The Great Gatsby and The Sun Also Rises. Said the Nation's Diana...
Beetle on the Blade. In her latest novel, Author Bolton tries to fill a larger frame. The Christmas Tree is the story of a possessive mother and a mother-possessed son, of how she got that way through a thwarted childhood and a loveless marriage, and of how her son became a homosexual and finally a murderer...
...novel, Graves has brusquely abandoned a world that is so out of step with him and has created a Utopia-a world named New Crete, where, after Christianity has been destroyed by world wars, man has at last recognized the Goddess. The hero of it all is a Rugby-and Oxford-educated poet by the name of Edward Venn-Thomas...
Watch the North Wind Rise is no great shakes either as a novel or a sociological essay. But it manages to stand up-and to stand out-as another rich expression of Robert Graves's fantastical mind. To laugh in the face of his Goddess is only natural; but without this pure yet beastly muse Graves would probably not be what he emphatically is-one of the finest poets of the Late Christian Epoch...