Word: style
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...their antagonists too seriously. As Voltaire once phrased it, "let us keep to the middle of the garden path"; but not too strictly, for it is rather pleasant to walk on the controversial borders. And while we are about it, let us ape Mr. Sherwood Anderson's jerky unpremeditated style with about the same degree of accuracy that Dreiser displays in his grammar...
...style is not exactly enticing...
...stuff of romance is here, but not in its best manner. Messers. Bishop and Brodeur have a brave story to tell; it is a pity they have not told it more skillfully. They have chosen to adopt a pseudo-heroic style. Their characters prate mightily of great deeds for mother Britain, messenger after messenger after messenger after messenger after messenger falls swooning at the king's feet, rude soldiers in battle and Roman citizens on the streets blurt out heroic speeches tuned to the rhythm of a Cicero. It is all very exciting, but seldom convincing. One suspects that...
...disappointed. Mr. Weaver, in a rather loose, often eccentric style, paints a delightful picture of a far from delightful picture of a far from delightful existence in the Black Valley. Here East meets West with as little mutual comprehension as Mr. Foster found in India. The pointed spire of the Compound Church pricks a sky too old to mind such petty prodding, and the Reverend Alurid Wilberforce's proselyting pricks even less effectively the soverign sufficiency of heathenism and of life. Tragedy grimaces from the Inland Sea, tragedy, modified at intervals, by humor, satiric, satisfying. And when one sees...
Miss Hurst's style is irritating. Constant repetition and a confusing habit of referring to the narrator as "You," drive the reader quite frantic. One is forced to admit that one is impressed by the personal use of you, but when one finds page after page of "You, Laura Regan, the bride, His." "God. You. Beloved" one becomes depressed as Miss Hurst herself would express it, by "The tedium. The tedium. The tedium...