Word: novelized
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...First Novel. Slightest of the three was The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, the talented first novel of 22-year-old Carson Mc-Cullers, Georgia girl...
...movie, "The Grapes of Wrath" has proved nearly as successful as the best-selling novel. And the credit is not all Steinbeck's. Much lies with producer Zanuck, who was willing to pour money into a social document of this sort, gambling on its box office appeal; with director John Ford, whose skill in recreating the stark reality of Steinbeck's situations and in preserving variety where repitition would have been easy, has made of the film more than the vehicle for a message; and with the actors--especially Jane Darwell, Ma Joad--whose performances are well-nigh jawless...
...having been nothing but suckers for propaganda, and unwilling victims of a slaughter. That wouldn't trouble them. They have had a whirl, since 1917, at being considered pretty much everything as the cycle of fashion in thought revolved. First, of course they were Heroes. Then the debunking-novel period arrived and they were alleged to have been ruffians, bullies, and blackguards. Then for a while everybody was so busy that gold stars grew tarnished and were forgotten. And now, forsooth, the boys in the oak picture-frames are suckers...
...writers chosen are: Howard Baker, poet, novelist, and critic, who wrote "Orange Valley" in 1931 and "Induction to Tragedy" in 1939; Robert G. Davis '29, critic, author of reviews and critical articles for many periodicals; Mark Schorer, novelist, essayist, and critic, who wrote the novel "A House Too Old" in 1935, and is now preparing "Live In It Merrily" and "The Revolt of William Blake"; Delmore Schwartz, winner of the Guggenheim award in the field of writing for next year and author of "In Dreams Begin Responsibilities" in 1938; and Wallace Stegner, novelist, who has written "Remembering Laughter...
...home. She was never told why. At 35, returning, she deeply needed to know what no one would tell her, and stared, through enigmas, relics, last-gasp confessions, upon the gradual flowering of her parents' dreadful past. Some feminine passages may give masculine readers the fantods. Yet the novel as a whole has the exquisite gentleness and exactitude, and the fascination, which reside in the proper treatment of an elaborate wound...