Word: prize
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Robert E. Sherwood '18, three times Pulitzer Prize winner, once flunked English A, the playwright revealed last night in a talk at Winthrop House...
Charley, like most heroes of Marquand novels, is decent, full of consideration for family and friends, driven by a determination to do things, void of spiritual values. Another Harvardman, Nobel Prize-winning Poet T. S. Eliot, wrote ironically in his early days of such fellow worldlings, later (in The Rock) declared his second-thoughts...
Even for a greaseball, however, there were Harvard compensations. In Cambridge, Marquand lived in the same rooming house as young James Bryant Conant, now Harvard's president. Marquand remembers him as a brilliant student who invented the "two-drink dash," a simple game in which a prize was supposed to go to the man who could get by subway to a wine shop in Boston, bolt two drinks and get back in the shortest time. "We spent a good deal of our time doing the two-drink dash, but I don't remember that anybody ever...
...Prize for a Truth. Marquand's big project was the Mr. Moto series-deftly continued murder stories about an obsequious Japanese detective. He had discovered that he could do the Mr. Moto stories in half the time by dictating them, and he decided to take on Apley too. Most of his friends thought it was a mistake and few besides his publisher, the late Alfred McIntyre of Little, Brown, encouraged him. When it won him the Pulitzer Prize, the first thing he did was to get on the phone and rib the people who had told him to stick...
...great regard for the prize itself; he believes the selections are generally poor and he is appalled that "Hemingway, one of our best writers, has never gotten it." Yet the creation of George Apley (and perhaps the winning of the Pulitzer) made further truck with Mr. Moto distasteful to his creator. He went on writing about Moto, "but it gradually came over me that slick-magazine writing -where the hero slips on a banana peel and the heiress falls in love with him and they get married and go off to Monte Carlo-was baloney. It was very late...