Word: wilson
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...WILSON VELLOSO Washington...
...Edna Ferber is still not over the bestseller habit, even though her books relentlessly suggest that bestsellers do not make the best reading. She has, as a critic once said of Edmund Wilson, "pencil, pad and purpose." Six years ago Novelist Ferber worked up some travel notes and impressions into Giant (TIME, Sept. 29, 1952), a novel about Texas that was as close to the mark as a tenderfoot's lariat, but waspish enough to infuriate Texans and amuse the citizens of the other 47 states. After Texas what? Alaska, naturally, and it is a safe bet that Edna...
...Action. As soon as the curtain rang down, Colin Wilson buttonholed Tynan, hissed: "Tell your friend to keep his filthy mouth closed or we'll get him." "Stay out of my life, Wilson," growled Tynan and pushed past to join his wife and Logue in the pub next door. They were barely seated when the door burst open, and in poured the Exemplars. Scattering longhairs and spilling beers, Wilson, Holroyd, Playwright Michael (Yes-and After) Hastings, 20, Novelist Bill (The Divine and the Decay) Hopkins, 29, and their partisans pushed up to the Exertionists' table...
...next thing I could hear," said Logue later, "was Wilson shouting 'Stand up, Logue, stand up, Logue,' in the true, lower-middle-class English fashion." Wilson flailed wildly at Tynan. "You deliberately tried to sabotage the play," he shouted. "I'll stamp you out, Tynan. Literature isn't big enough for both...
Just as the bartender moved in to break it up, Tynan leveled a long finger at Wilson. "There's your supposed leader, your younger generation," he cried. "He's a dictator. He reminds me of the Oswald Mosley meetings before the war." "Terrific!" roared John Osborne. "A row like this is just what I've been looking for." Explained Logue later: "I objected to the philosophical statement, implied in every line, that we must suffer, that attempts to check, alter, reform, change our sufferings are impudence...