Word: writer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...great a lift out of the oblique slap your writer gave Pegler, who is execrated by most fair and decent people for his character assassinations ... It is refreshing to read again & again your words "... Westbrook Pegler (whose continued toleration is all the proof anyone should need that the U.S. press is free...
Novelist William Faulkner complained that literary fame takes a terrible toll. The Kenyan Review had printed a piece that referred to Faulkner's "images of linear discreteness," and "images of curve." But: "Look," explained Faulkner to the New York Times Book Review, "I'm just a writer. Not a literary man . . ." And all those book reviews made things awkward around home (Oxford, Miss.): " 'Why look here,' they'll say, 'Bill Faulkner's gone and got his picture in the New York paper.' So they come around and try to borrow money, figuring...
...error had begun. And the soreheads were getting in their licks. Wrote the New York Daily News's John O'Donnell (who had first asked to have the paper's lady astrologist assigned to the Washington bureau) : "O.K., they were all wrong (most definitely, including this writer) on the Truman election. So what? So were the voters who elected Truman." Sneered George Sokolsky: "Truman gave out during the campaign, becoming boisterous and vulgar. Some say that he made votes for himself that way. If true, that is a reflection on the intelligence of the American people...
...tiny handful of prophets had escaped being caught with their pants down. On the Truman campaign train, a few days before the election, Columnist Jay Franklin, now a Truman speech writer, had bet newsmen that Truman would win with at least 278 electoral votes. Jack Kroll, director of C.I.O.'s Political Action Committee, also had declared: "Truman is going to win in spite of what the polls say. The polls [are] cockeyed...
Unfocused Talents. He scarcely seems a poet in any of his letters. He does not give the impression of a frustrated literary man compelled to be a soldier, an editor, a writer of textbooks. He seems rather a man of massive and unfocused gifts, a soldier and editor restlessly writing poetry to find an outlet for the river of ideas that flowed through him. Even the famous letters to Mrs. Sarah Whitman, with their italics and exclamation points and their second-act curtain speeches, do not seem the love letters of a poet: they are rather the letters...