Word: novelized
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...first name was Hiram (an Old Testament name) but he dropped it in favor of his middle name, Ulysses (a soldier's); Wright, like Miss Stein's favorite modern painter, Picasso, invented contraptions that gave people a new sense of being alive; James planned his novels as a good general plans an operation; Washington wrote "the great American novel" which America...
This languid family novel will presumably be read in December by hundreds of thousands of Americans: it has been graced by the Book-of-the-Month Club stamp of approval. Otherwise, this long, tedious triple-decker would probably be doomed to wither on the vines of suburban circulating libraries...
What is exasperating about all this is that the novel so gapingly succumbs to the pompous middle-class standards of its own characters. Inflated Bel, a meddling woman busily climbing the social ladder; dough-mouthed Mungo and his horsy noble-blooded bride; rattle-brained David unable to decide between love and honor-these ciphers are fondled by Scottish Author McCrone as if they were creatures whose experience had intrinsic significance and value...
...Strange Life of Ivan Osokin, a lucid little novel, the hero is given a chance to find out. The story opens at the Kursk station in Moscow on a bright April day in 1902. Osokin, a young man of 26, is seeing Zinaida and her mother off to the Crimea. Zinaida is piqued with Ivan because he will not go with her, but he is too poor to go and too stiff to tell her the reason. The train leaves; Ivan is left alone; he feels for a moment as if the event had happened before. In the next...
...time, but the two mystics parted when Ouspensky began to think he should be more than just a disciple. Not as hypnotic personally as Gurdjieff, Ouspensky never made as great a splash in the U.S., which he visited as a lecturer in 1942. But his first and last novel will remain readable longer than Gurdjieff's extant pronouncements, for Ouspensky knew how to write...