Word: sighings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...SIGH FOR A STRANGE LAND (188 pp.)-Monica Stirling-Atlantic-Little .Brown...
Expectation of Good. Sigh for a Strange Land is an intermittently successful attempt to share imaginatively what its British author. Monica Stirling, has not suffered-the life of a refugee. Resi. a confused and attractive 16-year-old, flees a country very like Hungary. With her go her schnapps-tippling, aristocratic Aunt Natasha and Natasha's long-ago lover Boris, a trainer of circus horses. The dance of liberty soon slows to the shuffle of Red Cross soup queues, even though the gallant trio refuses to indulge in the occupational pastime of unhappy refugees-back-biting the hand that...
...kindly British couple gives Resi a glimpse of possible happiness, and she resolves to explore "the strange land of love where tomorrow' is not always a frightening word." Cluttered with romantic folderol. Sigh nonetheless says something about man's inhumanity to man and fleetingly embodies the Simone Weil text it takes for its theme: "At the bottom of the heart of every human being . . . there is something that goes on indomitably expecting, in the teeth of all experience . . . that good and not evil will be done...
...rest of the herd, they eat, sleep, and play apart. What is worse, a cult of adoration has built up around the great hockey star or the speedy halfback. Boston newspapers follow their every move, urchins scuffle for their signatures outside the gates of Dillon, and sultry Hub temptresses sigh with desire at their Olympian exploits...
...walls began cracking again. As some workers straightened, there was suddenly an enormous sigh that forced a windstorm through the miles of galleries, and the whole slope of Rosenburg Hill caved in. As 400,000 tons of stone and earth crashed into the caverns, the three tunnel mouths spouted out flying stone and dust like miniature volcanoes. Screaming men and women ran bloodily from the caves, dragging with them other workers who had been knocked unconscious. Groping through the thick fog, slipping on the wet clay topsoil, they screamed for help. The village priest and the schoolteacher spread the alarm...