Word: woman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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With Tony ("Are Yuh Listenin'?") Wons absent from radio poetizing, the coziest parlor voice in U. S. radio nowadays is that of Ted (Between the Bookends) Malone, sympathizer, poesy reader, prattler extraordinary. When Ted Malone comes visiting, the average U. S. woman-of-the-house finds herself as politely helpless as when the gadabout from down the street calls. "May I come in?" asks Ted. "I see you are alone. . . . Now I'll just take this rocker here by the radio and chat awhile. . . . What lovely new curtains. . . . Well...
...with the next program, so meanwhile you and I . . .") and almost before the homebody realizes it, Ted has to rush off, leaving behind intriguing thoughts, stray wisps of poetic yarn, unwashed tea things. To folks thus beguiled, Ted Malone is Shelley, Prince Charming, Don Juan, Galahad in one. One woman has been wiring him daily and hopefully for six months, seeking a rendezvous. From Missouri, where Ted used to visit in the evening, a once-misunderstood wife confessed to curling up in her nightie in front of the radio, listening to Indian Love Lyrics, being then & there cured forever...
...WOMAN-Francis Iles-Doubleday, Doran...
...murder story, although it almost turns into one, As for the Woman is the sinister tale of a vacation love-affair between an Oxford undergraduate and a doctor's wife. "There are few human relationships more complicated than a love affair between a young man and an older woman," says Author Iles, "and there are few more summarily dismissed by the world at large...
...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 (a man's foot pinning a fighting woman to the earth by her pregnant belly), without any slackening into the merely melodramatic. He achieves all this in a dulled, plainfeatured, transparent prose. Lightwood has the unimpeachable honesty, goodness, flatness, of a mouthful of cold, excellent corn bread...