Word: paged
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...latest ten stories from the dean are the same bally old mixtures as before and will be ruddily gulped down by Wodehouse fans. The serious student of English will not fare so well: any page chosen at random will leave him (in the Wodehouse phrase) with the "drawn, haggard look . . . a man wears when one of his drives, intended to go due north, has gone nor'-nor'-east...
...relax a little, and give a little bit more to Jim." Last week James Landon Knight, 49, got quite a bit more: for $1,500,000 he bought the Charlotte, N.C. News (circ. 65,508), thereby restoring the Knight group to five papers* and moving to the front page for the first time as the potential successor to the throne...
...British colonial army in Africa in World War II, seems to know about administrative misfits and the cheap little ploys of petty, ambitious men in seats of power. Most of all, he can catch the hatred of mistreated natives in a brief scene, show on a single page the vast gulf of misunderstanding that separates insensitive whites and long-suffering blacks. His desert comes powerfully alive in brief, sharp descriptions, and without leaving his brutal, well-plotted story for a moment he makes his grim but debatable point with clarity: if Africa is lost to the West, it is because...
Bits of Stone. From the first page in the dentist's chair, where his false fangs are shattered like a "cheap teacup," to the last, where his skull is shattered by a junkman's hardware, it is never quite clear whether or not these are real events or visions induced by laughing gas. Like Baudelaire's true voyagers who leave for the sake of leaving, Desmond travels a long way sitting down. What is real is the poetry. Desmond's train at first seems actual enough, with slogans penciled "by obscenely-minded orangemen": "To Hell with...
Railway porters, French whores, ferocious Irish colonels, obsessed priests, poets, lovely girls and frustrated concert violinists loom up in the story and disappear. Each page of the book has its verbal delights, but it is doubtful if Cusack has made a true mosaic of his brilliant bits of colored stone...