Word: odore
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...characters he sets up as targets not only have clay feet but clay minds and clay hearts as well. Anglo-Saxon Attitudes is his longest, cleverest and most annihilating display of literary marksmanship to date, and after it is all over, what hangs in the air is the acrid odor of an unrelenting misanthropy...
...first novel which attempts a Joycean account of a day in the life of some citizens of a Southern capital, but often it seems more like a long afternoon spent in a botanical garden. From the very first page, when beautiful Stella Madden catches the delicate odor of spring, the prose thrusts up stalks of dracaena, carnations, ger-beras, tulips, coleuses, yaupon, oleander, jasmine, gladioli, magnolia and azalea. Even the characters come equipped with floral borders: Yancey, a condemned murderer, "clutches his hyacinth-red hair"; beautiful Stella thinks of herself as an or chid, is suspended on "a liana...
...Bible class of the Fifth Avenue Baptist Church. "With his hereditary grip on a nation's pocketbook," sneered the Pittsburgh Press, "his talks on spiritual matters are a tax on piety." From the pulpit of St. Bartholomew's, the Episcopal Bishop of Michigan snorted: "The odor . . . smacks strongly of crude petroleum...
...toedness as a recessive trait are a good rule-proving exception"). In a tone of things-I-never-knew-till-now, he announces several latter-day commonplaces, such as 1) under equal environmental advantages, Negroes stack up well with whites in IQ tests, 2) Negroes have no unique odor of their own, 3) Africa is a racial crazy quilt, and the modern American Negro is no more closely related to his African ancestors than a modern Greek is to an ancient Greek, 4) all blood is red, and it is uniform except for blood groups. Well-meant though...
...bluejacket staggered through the thick odor and the rude sounds of the old port of Naples. A ragged urchin tugged and chanted at him: "You wanna girl, mister? I gotta my sister for you. Come on, Joe! Cheap!" the sailor pulled away, then slumped drunkenly to the sidewalk. Mouse-quick, the eight-year-old tried to grab the sailor's wallet, but the sailor weakly pushed him away. Unable to roll the man, the urchin sped away to sell him: in Naples bigger urchins pay 500 lire, perhaps 1,000 lire, for news of a likely victim to beat...