Word: talented
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Thanatopsis. When Kaufman & Connelly hit the limelight with Dulcy in 1921, it was as more than rising young playwrights. They were part of a group which, by virtue of talent, wit and hobnobbing together, was coming to dominate the sophisticated Manhattan scene. Their lunch club, the Algonquin Hotel, had waked up one morning to find itself famous, and celebrity-chasers flocked there, as to a play, to observe Kaufman. Connelly, Broun, Woollcott, Benchley, Dorothy Parker, F.P.A. & Co. at lunch, and to hear their laughter, though not what gave rise to it. The male members enhanced their glamor by forming...
...America triumphant, clear-eyed and unafraid. It smells as sweet as a new-mown field of clover." Less partial critics still found much to praise, noted a steady improvement from 1934, agreed that even if the SFA has yet to uncover a genius, it has uncovered plenty of talent...
Herr Matejko, an official Austrian staff artist in World War I, perfected his technique in the trenches and has again been given fullest scope for his talent by the German High Command. Possessor of a fluent romantic style, Theo Matejko works usually in charcoal. Aged 45, famed in Berlin as the driver of a white Mercédès racing car, he has flown this year with Nazi sea raiders but does not claim to have seen the alleged bombing of Ark Royal. This may account for considerable artistic license...
...Take the High Road is capable of interesting a far more general, more sedentary audience than those whose interest in flying is already active. For Author Langewiesche has an uncommon talent for conveying, not merely describing, physical sensations. He is, moreover, both as airman and writer, a skilled amateur, with the wisdom never to desert his amateur standing. Of the 25 photographs, most are well above the shoddy average for book illustration, a few are magically good...
...nearly 400 pages about these embattled primitives, Author Cheney never once skids into histrionics, bitterness or those tones of romantic compassion which mar the larger talent of Steinbeck. He presents these types of inarticulate and stony heroism not as sentimental literary properties but as if they had a dignified, unobstreperous standing in human existence. With a constant and expert attentiveness to exactitudes of speech, gesture, action, he writes of violence (a negress cutting a white man's throat), horror (a father incapable of restraining his vomit over the 19-day corpse of his son), brutality...