Word: sherwood
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Advocate editor once said to a candidate: "You have imitated the Sherwood Anderson stuff, and quite successfully, too. But we won't want that sort of thing. It's too casy to write." In substance this is what Mr. Chase has too easy to write." In substance this is what Mr. Chase has to say about Anderson. This is a critical study of a man who wrote his first novel at forty, leaving the swivel chair of presidency in an Elyria, Ohio, paint factory to build himself a new life of meaning...
...Cross, to the hotel proprietor's wife who, after a life of scrubbed floors and emptied cuspidors, is soother in the arms of death by the kisses of an understanding doctor. The book is sane and almost completely damnatory, but one is left with the thought that, after all, Sherwood Anderson is hopelessly and rather endearingly American...
...Queen's Husband. As diarist of an unidentified king, discovered last week acting oddly upon the stage of a Manhattan theatre, Robert Emmet Sherwood develops ramifications. He sets up a satire on royalty, gilds it with hot romance and stripes the second act with melodrama. One hears an undertone of Bolshevism and unmistakable echoes of the derision that dogged Queen Marie across our country. Mr. Sherwood dares destroy any trace of consistency by marrying off his Princess to her plumber's son at the end with as glossy a happy ending as ever was pasted on the movies which...
...agree able king. He plays with such gentle cun ning that the evening swishes suavely past like a cat in silk pajamas. There are several shrewd helpers and an excellent back stage device to counterfeit the rattles of artillery deploying before the palace in the embattled second act. Mr. Sherwood has contributed much high nonsense, nota bly a bitter game of checkers between the King and a gravely obese footman...
...Road to Rome", has, somewhat metaphorically speaking, a fork in it. Now that we have actually seen the play, it has become clear that Mr. Sherwood, the author of the present production at the Wilbur, had from the motive of his story two opportunities before him. Either he might indulge himself in purely" semi-farcical satire on modern conditions or he might on the other hand write a truly great tragedy. He seems to have tried to do both, and succeeded in doing each one only by half...