Word: readers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...matter what is said on such occasions as these, when a game has been won, lost or tied, the reader is perfectly logical in his own pre-conceived opinion that (a) it has been said before, (b) it has been said better and (c) it need never have been said at all. Such prejudices, coupled with the fact that no one has ever yet succeeded in finishing an editorial during the exodus from Soldiers Field, would seem to make all comments, including this one, unnecessary. Nevertheless even extras have editorial columns so the only proper course of action...
THERE was a day when the out-and-out "thriller" novel was a legitimate form of writing, when the author thought he had done his duty fully and well if his reader, upon turning the last grisly page, leapt into bed and pulled the blankets up around his ears, to quiver and quake the rest of the night. "Dracula" and "She" belonged to that school and fulfilled its requirements patly. Probably the fact of our early attachment to those volumes accounts for our disappointment in Mr. Cline's latest novel. "The Dark Chamber...
...even a newspaperman, can write without showing something of himself and this, of course, accounts for the different views that the reader gets of Harvard football if he reads more than one paper. But even the writer's personality has, in some measure to yield to the stamp of the paper he works for, so that there exists a definite Transcript style, a Globe style, a Post style, and so forth...
...ours of mystery, a glamor of confidential secrecy, or a cloak of magnificent magnitude. At times he adopts, and very successfully, the attitude of an author of "Things I Shouldn't Tell". The fact that he never does tell them only renders his writings more interesting to the reader...
...LLANPEAR PATTERN-Francis B. Biddle-Scribner's ($2). Carl Llanfear, by heredity incapable of achieving his desired escape from the flypaper pattern of the Philadelphia Llanfears, nevertheless wriggles frantically to achieve his separation from the sticky glue of convention in which his innumerable and, to a reader, indistinguishable relatives are contentedly bogged. His marriage serves only to anchor him more deeply in the sticky golden marsh; mild affairs with other women are not sufficient to release him. Finally, even this rebellious but unsturdy member of the rich and quiet tribe lies down reluctantly with the others, forced to derive...