Word: novels
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Three years ago Mrs. John Gasparotti, wife of the chief engineer of the City Ice & Fuel Co. of Moberly, Mo. (pop. 13,772) got an idea for a novel. Mornings, after her four children were off to school, she hustled through the housework by 9:30, wrote until a lunch deadline at 11:30. Afternoons she could sometimes squeeze in a couple of hours more. The book soaked up distractions the way butter soaks up the flavor of fish in the icebox. Odd-moment writing gave her prose an odd-moment style...
...three years, two rewritings-a period as hectic as one long house cleaning-Mrs. Gasparotti got it to come out right and sent it off under her maiden name, Elizabeth Seifert, to the Dodd, Mead-Redbook Magazine $10,000 novel contest. The day the news came she had won, she and the children "just sat down and looked at each other." That night her husband "didn't sleep a wink and I didn't get much rest myself...
...medical profession. Her hero's two love affairs are not very convincing and Author Seifert does not count too much on them herself. But when he is fighting small-town bigotry to introduce syphilis clinics, to put a murderous abortionist out of business, and, in a novel happy ending, to put across an experiment in socialized medicine, the story moves with a commendable and lively amateur freshness...
They see the fight between men and machines as the central drama of our time, but they think the solution lies in controlling machines, not hating them. The great industrial novel, they contend, will be written when men cease dreaming of such sentimentalities as a return to handicraft, a moratorium on inventions. Such a novel, they prophesy, will find its ideal subject in the automobile industry...
Bill Coleman, who divided the right guard assignment with Dave Glueck, had a novel experience. A Virginian gave him a terrific block and mentioned something about "Damyankees." Big Bill referred to the fact that his home was in Baltimore, darn close to the Mason-Dixon line. "Oh, I'm sorry," declared the invader, and helped Bill to his feet with true Southern hospitality. There are other stories, mostly of a more unprintable varisty...