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File 7 (ABC, 11:30 a.m.-noon). A double-gaited educational hoss that runs like a'critter out of the Encyclopaedia Britannica by Confidential. The subject is Edgar Allan Poe-not his poetry and prose, but his alcoholism and drug addiction. Professor-Author (The Histrionic Mr. Poe) N. Bryllion Fagin conducts the inquest...
Sixty years ago, when most scholars looked on American literature as a collection of crude provincial sentiment, Harvard had one undergraduate course in the subject. Now, after the genius of Poe and Melville, Whitman and Twain and James has finally been recognized, and after Dreiser and Faulkner and Pound have become world-renowned, Harvard...
...separate department. But certainly if we can lavish a course on "the so-called Scottish Chaucerians, Henry, Dunbar, Douglas and Lindsay," we can afford a course in the exclusive study of contemporary American poetry. Courses like Murdock's old one in the American novel before 1890, and Wilbur's Poe course, should be resurrected. There should be at least one full course in the modern American novel. There could easily be a course in just the American novels written between the two world wars. American short stories and American drama both merit their own courses...
...evolution to produce modern bridge, with its beautiful balances between competition and cooperation, system and psychology. The ancestral game of whist, which still survives in English and New England villages, was bridge without bidding: the trump suit was decided on by turning up the last card dealt. Edgar Allan Poe wrote of whist: "Men of the highest order of intellect have been known to take an apparently unaccountable delight in it, while eschewing chess as frivolous." But with no bidding and no exposed hand to guide the players, the game was crude and guessy compared to modern bridge...
...brought to an end by the boy's tutor. Nabokov's Dozen lacks Lolita's pun-prone pyrotechnics. But it shares with it Nabokov's fascinating gift for translating the machine-tooled commonplaces of U.S. life into a surreal landscape of fantasy, a kind of Poe-like, gadget-haunted region of Weir. Thus a soda-fountain stool violently revolves into a "tall mushroom," a newly screwed-in electric bulb lights up with "the hideous instancy of a dragon's egg hatching in one's bare hand." It is the strength of Nabokov...