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...SEVEN WHO FLED-Frederic Prokosch-Harper...
...violent adventures and mystical strivings, together with the equally searing experiences of his six companions, formed the substance of an imaginative, intense volume that won the eighth Harper Prize Novel competition ($7,500), seemed likely to impress readers as the most unusual selection thus far.* The work of Frederic Prokosch, 28-year-old author of The Asiatics (1935) and The Assassins (1936), The Seven Who Fled is distinguished by its sensuous imagery, queer plot and elusive symbolism, as well as by a tantalizing, ambiguous philosophical message which will leave most readers wondering if they have got Author Prokosch...
...amateur philosophers as well as men of action, who expound their beliefs, analyze themselves and the contemporary world in ringing phrases as they commit murder, double-cross each other, go down racked with disease, vice, unspeakable spiritual torment. Readers may question the allegorical significance of Author Prokosch's tale, may feel that his situations are too farfetched to be credible. But they are likely to admit that his people are real human beings, that his mountains are really cold, his deserts really hot enough to cause camels to go mad, to make stones look as though "they must burst...
...ASSASSINS-Frederic Prokosch- Harper...
Last week Frederic Prokosch followed this unusual novel with a volume of 30 sombre poems no less unusual. Compelling attention by their bold use of language, their mastery of rhythm, their melancholy speculative tone-as well as by the inveterate ambiguity of their meaning-the verses included in The Assassins ranged from night thoughts on the shores of the Baltic to an evocation of Alexandria at noon, gave an impression of a strong talent somewhat overburdened with literary allusions and traditional poetic moods. Possessing none of the sardonic mockery that distinguishes so much post-War poetry. Frederic Prokosch writes...