Word: starke
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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This modest if rhetorical utterance is characteristic of florid, balding, loquacious Stark Young, who has been a discerning critic of art and the theater (in the New Republic and elsewhere) for some 20 years. Stark Young is known also as a best-selling novelist (So Red The Rose), a poet, a playwright, a translator of plays and a lecturer. Last week he made a firm bid to be known as a painter, gave his first exhibition at Manhattan's Friends of Greece...
Like most of the events in Stark Young's life, this one was a shooting of the most fashionable rapids. He opened the proceedings with a lecture to 53 lady friends of Greece and art, including the Marquise de Talleyrand-Perigord, Countess di Zoppola, Countess Mercati. Mrs. Vincent Astor, Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt and a clutch of male critics and writers...
...Stark Young takes a view of art which is wanning to those tired of abstruse and cerebral esthetics. Says he: "In my opinion a picture should be nostalgic with all we love and follow after in life; but ... it should have finally within it a calm and harmony as if it had arrived at a completeness in itself and its own peace." Young's work in no way suggested that he had been painting for only two years. His solid, slightly impressionistic flower pieces indicated close study of the still-life masters by a man who loves nature...
...Very Very Southern." Stark Young is known to his friends as an ardent garden er, a collector of objets d'art, "a character, " a wit and a superb teller of un printable stories. He was born in Como, Miss, in 1881. Papa Young was a doctor who, says Stark, would have preferred the role of Southern planter of which the Civil War deprived him. Mama Young was ''very very Scotch, and very very Southern." Stark Young, as his romanticism and rhetoric show, is pretty Southern him self...
...came into a village at dawn and saw four men sitting around a fire as though playing bridge. The Major walked over and said hello. When one of them turned, he saw they were Japs. "From that moment," he said, "I lost all fear of the Japanese. There was stark terror in their faces. I fumbled for the pin of my grenade, tossed it into the fire and ducked. Peter's work was more complicated, but as effective...