Word: prose
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Twelve years ago he was a foundryman in a Detroit war plant. Today Yerby lives on the French Riviera with his tiny, light-skinned wife Flora and their four children. When he is not whipping out profitable prose in his villa garden in Cimiez, Nice. Author Yerby goes skin-diving in the Mediterranean, skiing in the Alps or whizzing off in his Jaguar XK 120 to attend sports-car races...
...Pepicelli," the first story, by James Buechler is written in the idiom of an Italian laborer. Had it been done poorly, the prose might have spoiled the treatment of a simple mind confronted by the mysterious, in this case a motorcycle. To Pepicelli, the machine becomes a sort of magic carpet or Genie, and escape from a stolid, unromantic wife. But the motorcycle is not only an escape, it is an end in itself, it becomes his mistress, and in the end it and Pepicelli disappear down the street, never to return...
...Advocate has begun to write of life again, and not of depravity. It effects are arrived at not by obscenity or hopeless complexity, but by simplicity of stle and reliance on the basic figures of speech. Its prose writers in this issue are interested in vitality, not disease. And if the poets talk of death, it is not despairingly, but philosophically. With this issue the Advocate has defined the undergraduate literary magazine. It will be interesting to see if it forgets the definition...
Sean O'Casey is a literary salmon who splashed out of a Dublin slum, leaped the rapids of poverty, and has never stopped swimming stubbornly upstream to spawn his silvery prose. Sunset and Evening Star is the sixth and final volume of his lively, third-person autobiography. With cantankerous, merry and garrulous gusto, the 74-year-old O'Casey evokes the great shades of Irish letters-Yeats, Shaw, Joyce-without fully clinching his eventual right to join them. But "bad or good, right or wrong, O'Casey's always himself," probably the world's greatest...
While the prose still gropes in feudal gloom, the three example of verse do display a rising talent. H. B. Corning's title page swipe at football ticket distribution flows neatly, and the effect is only slightly dampened by a rather inept ending. Lack of a punchline is also the principal fault of his verse-captions for a two-page spread on football weekends. The redeeming features of these two layouts are Hill's cartoons. Another such display, Ah, Radcliffe Girl, suffers conversely; Fletcher's verse is clever and light, but most of the drawings, by J. G. Marcos...