Word: sole
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...problems he was facing." In May 1963 Kitchel left his lucrative Phoenix law practice to join the Goldwater staff, later set up in a small Washington office as Barry's manager. Many of Candidate Goldwater's backers were aghast at the appointment of a political amateur whose sole experience had been as counsel to the Arizona state Republican committee. Says Kitchel of such criticism: "I'm inclined to think that the term 'professional' in politics has been a little misunderstood, or misused. As I see it, this is mostly a matter of common sense...
...Yoknapatawpha County and set it down in the rolling pine hills and cotton-rich valley bottoms of northeastern Mississippi, 80 miles from Memphis, Tenn., named its county seat Jefferson, and peopled its 2,400 sq. mi. with 15,611 residents-"Whites, 6,298; Negroes, 9,313. William Faulkner, sole owner and proprietor...
...only seemingly sympathetic person in this thoroughly unpleasant book is Harlow's agent, Arthur Landau, who appears as the tormented girl's friend, confidant, moneylender, sometime savior and sole defender. Don't be fooled. Landau, now 76 and living in Hollywood, is the one who spilled all the dirt to Author Shulman. What they didn't know between them, they improvised...
...passed." So writes James T. Farrell on page 399 of his 18th novel, accurately describing the way time has passed for his characters, and for the reader, in the preceding 398 pages. Banality is what Farrell's novel is about, and it is also the novel's sole literary device. The people of the book are joyless, hateless, empty of good or evil, fleshy machines that transmit at the audible level the prattle of Babbittry and, octaves above, the silent scream of tedium. The prose in which they are described is also joyless and hateless, empty of merit...
...Diversion. To show how things are, with nothing subtracted for propriety or added for spice, is the sole aim of naturalism, the earnest flat-footed literary school of which Farrell has been perhaps the most determinedly flat-footed U.S. member. His career, beginning with his wildly successful Studs Lonigan trilogy, has been ruled by the naturalistic writers' obsessive need to prove, over and over again, that life is not art. It is a lesson that occasionally needs teaching, and Farrell and such hesitant early experimenters as William Dean Howells cleared away a good deal of literary rubbish by writing...