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...stripe of genius: his wonderful letters. To those who automatically pigeonhole Adams as a crotchety Cassandra, Biographer-Critic Newton Arvin's springy sampling of the voluminous correspondence will come as an eye opener. Tart as alum and economical as Japanese prints, the letters also spill over with sensuous responses to life as scandalous in a proper Bostonian as living on capital...
...there was nothing except man in the universe, as though he was the center of existence ... It is very well to speak of human rights, but may it not be that these rights have of late been disturbed or disregarded precisely because man-modern man, clever man, proud man, sensuous man, self-sufficient man-has ceased to stand in fear and awe before that which is above...
This hunger for poetic expression was part of a larger hunger for all of human experience. Keats was frankly sensuous: "Talking of Pleasure," he writes to a friend, "this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine-good god how fine. It went down soft, slushy, oozy." This Keats, who loved food, pretty girls and hiking, does not match the stereotype of the romantic poet; he is far closer to Bernard Shaw's description of him as "a merry soul, a jolly fellow, who could not only carry his splendid...
...than entrancing as the belle of the Cotton Blossom, and Actor Keel's impression of a well-born river gambler's courtliness and dash looks like self-conscious make-believe. Ava Gardner, if occasionally out of her dramatic depth, has no trouble looking her part as the sensuous Julie. But she half-whispers Helen Morgan's old numbers (Bill, Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man) in a small voice which, for all its amplification on the sound track, sounds as if it would not actually be audible across the show boat's footlights...
...series of literary angle shots of a great world capital, disorganized and politically adrift. The street scenes-Rome's open black market, the shooting of a Fascist informer by a partisan in broad daylight-read as though they had been planned as paintings, full of sensuous color and clear visual images. Here & there, The Watch has patches of writing as good as anything in Eboli. But its pace is slowed by irrelevant incidents and by tedious, pointless speeches on Italian politics. Few books have so sorely needed a firm editor...