Word: paradoxical
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Critic Trilling approaches this paradox by way of Novelist Forster's literary "manner." "That manner," says Trilling, "is comic; Forster owes much to Fielding, Dickens, Meredith and James. . . . Stendhal believed that gaiety was one of the marks of the healthy intelligence, and we are mistakenly sure that Stendhal was wrong. We suppose that there is necessarily an intellectual 'depth' in the deep tones of the organ; it is possibly the sign of a deprivation-our suspicion of gaiety in art perhaps signifies an inadequate seriousness in ourselves. A generation charmed by the lugubrious-once...
Uneasy Feeling. This paradox, Trilling implies, is a paradox only when readers do not understand Forster's "peculiar relation" to the "liberal tradition, that loose body of middle-class opinion which includes such ideas as progress, collectivism and humanitarianism." Forster has always worked within this tradition-"all his novels are politically and morally tendentious and always in the liberal direction...
Theme & Variations. Upon this theme, in poetry rich in paradox and reward, in mystery, in symbol, in despair and, ultimately, in hope. Eliot develops his great variations. The sere, cryptic titles of the four quartets are the names of places intimately associated with his experience. Burnt Norton was a Gloucestershire man or near which he lived for a while. East Coker is a Somerset village which was the home of his ancestors. The Dry Salvages (accented like assuages) is a group of rocks off Cape Ann, Mass. Little Gidding was a lyth-Century religious community established by Nicholas Ferrar. Each...
...Rumanian Paradox. Still clinging to the Germans is Rumania's Dictator Ion Antonescu. But the Rumanians' sickening losses in Russia have aroused violent opposition. Jails are crammed with 200,000 political prisoners...
With these characteristic words, Harold Le( )Cla(i)r(e)* I ekes throws a drawerful of gantlets into a gallery of faces and squares off. In his 350 pages Curmudgeon Ickes knots himself up in every possible variety and paradox of his personality, exposing himself mercilessly to his own doubletalk. To discourage any who might feel sympathy for America's most vilified celebrity, Ickes never fails to put his worst foot forward, to beg for brickbats ("Me? I don't mind.") Few readers will be deceived by this psychological strategy. Out of these ungainly, ranting pages...