Word: steinbeck
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...John Steinbeck and Robert Capa, both just returned from a special news assignment in Russia, will be guests of the Nieman Fellows tonight at the journalists' regular bi-monthly dinner at the Harvard Club of Boston...
...Ernest Hemingway, perfectionist in style and poet of action, was sweating out a new novel in Cuba. William Faulkner lay fallow, having produced from the rich river bottom of his imagination enough circumstantial fantasies to keep students of the novel and the South in a daze for years. John Steinbeck's The Wayward Bus displayed his sensory gifts and grasp of underdog U.S. types, but these qualities failed to counterbalance a cheap plot. In The Pearl, published in book form at year's end, Steinbeck reworked an old Mexican folk tale with over-deliberate folksiness. Lion Feuchtwanger...
Since John Steinbeck thus described it in Cannery Row two years ago, California's famed fishing town of Monterey (130 miles south of San Francisco) has had a surfeit of quiet and magic. By last week, the fishing fleet in the sardine center of the U.S. had dwindled from 85 to 55 boats. Hardly any whistles blew along Cannery Row. "We just keep open," said the owner of one of its 59 plants, "hoping for a few fish to dirty up our canneries." But fish had mysteriously gone from their haunts off Monterey...
There were no publisher's cocktail parties last week for Author Capa. He was in Moscow with John Steinbeck, on assignment from the New York Herald Tribune. But in the current '47, his friend John Hersey spoke up for him, giving some lowdown that was news even to Capa's publishers. Capa, said Hersey, is "The Man Who Invented Himself." He was thought up in Paris by a poor Hungarian free-lancer named Andrei Friedmann and his sweetheart, Gerda. The better to sell Friedmann's pictures to unwilling French editors, they palmed them...
Canby writes with complacency of having "stuck his neck out" in a favorable review of one of Sherwood Anderson's early books. He also held out alone on the Book-of-the-Month Club jury for Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath. But such bravado was obviously rare. For Canby is not a daring or a penetrating critic. On the other hand, by his industry, fluency, and sincere impulse to "pass on sound values to the reading public," he made a place for himself in his period. He is as competent as any prophet to observe...