Word: tales
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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That was last May. Last week Laszlo Rajk (pronounced Royk) spoke again in calm and measured accents. What he said might have been a complete fabrication-but it made an interesting tale. For five hours, before the Hungarian People's Court which was trying him for subversion and espionage, he told a closely detailed story of 18 years of double life as a police informer, traitor, spy and conspirator planted in Hungary's Communist Party. He said that he had worked in succession for Dictator Horthy's police, Hitler's Gestapo, and U.S. Intelligence. This year...
...dangling over the waves that lapped ten yards below, "so that if I should go into the water, I would not be entangled in the gear." The moon was full by then and "traveling swiftly on the very edge of the waves," Joseph recalled. "It was like a fairy tale." As the waves came even closer to his perch, Joseph dumped the last of his sand ballast and busied himself cutting up his trail rope to throw that out piece by piece. Soon after he heard the cries of sea gulls and looked down to see the lights of beachside...
Suckle a Bird. Stimulated by a thrashing from her master, Tituba quickly confessed to witchcraft and spun a richly embroidered tale that held Salem spellbound. Red cats and red rats had come to her one by one and said, "Serve me." Though as an earthly creature she could not read, she had in her spectral phase seen nine Salem names in the devil's book...
...late summer days the Book-of-the-Month Club has chosen this breezy tale about a seven-year-old ragamuffin who wandered into Queen Victoria's dining room one evening, and thereby briefly set the Empire on its ear. Since it appears that something like this did happen once upon a time, Author Bonnet's job in The Mudlark was to fluff up the fact into a light historical novel. This, with the help of a lot of imaginary speeches and caperings by the Queen, William Gladstone and Benjamin Disraeli, he has done well enough...
...Melville wanted to do was to write an exciting story. His earlier novels, lively adventure stories of the South Seas, were gobbled up by the public and he was a quick success. In 1850, the cocky young writer set his hand to turning out another brisk and profitable sea tale. But what began as an uncomplicated whaling yarn ended as Moby-Dick, a masterpiece dense with symbolic meanings...