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These mundane realities include the litany of woes that visit the unemployed in W.D. Wetherell's If a Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood: "The rags stuffed against drafts. The doctor's bills. The gas. The bare tires. The lottery tickets. The part-time jobs. The patches. The cutting back. The cold. The stove. The wood. The goddamn wood." John Updike's The City follows Computer Salesman Bob Carson's readjustment after an appendectomy: he was "trying to take again into himself the miracle of the world, programming himself." The aged farmer of William F. Van Wert...
...corner of Vermont. There is little to be amazed about-except the beauty of the area. The air is clean and fresh; the lakes and streams are full of trout and bass. A sharp-eyed visitor might glimpse deer flashing through the woods, or a fox, raccoon, bobcat or woodchuck. Man's hand has not yet transformed the landscape. Just three of a projected 1,735 houses have been built, and most of the promised amenities are visible only on the pages of the glossy brochure...
...finalities, were not his style. "There may be much or little beyond the grave." he wrote. "But the strong are saying nothing until they see." Survival for the individual, he felt, was a difficult job. a thing to be handled alone and with prudence. If he himself, like the woodchuck, lasts...
...form. But in the mid-19th century, a host of American journeymen-artists practiced genre painting with extraordinary success. The rising middle class of the period paid well and cheerfully for competent pictures of the things to be seen through their own windows: Drawing a Bead on a Woodchuck, Cornhusking, The German Immigrant Enquiring His Way, The Organ Grinder, The Sailor's Wedding. All that seems quaint about such pictures helped give them a soothing familiarity in their own time. The passing generations form an outlandish costume parade, and a century hence, Norman Rockwell's modern genre pictures...
...disappointments of the year was John Hersey's The Marmot Drive, the story of a Connecticut woodchuck hunt, full of murky meanings and pseudo-archaic Yankee lingo. One of the real surprises of the year was the belated bow in fiction of aged (81) Philosopher Bertrand Russell. His Satan in the Suburbs consisted of five stories whose weird plots and good-natured skepticism made for pretty good...