Word: writer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...middlebrows. Columbia Professor Jacques (Teacher in America) Barzun, searching for "the Higher Learning in America," found only "an immense amount of Lower Learning. . . ." Writing, painting and sculpture were in a bad way, too. Observed Partisan Review's co-Editor William Phillips: ". . . It is almost impossible for a writer to starve, since [there is so much] easy money [that] it is difficult to be the kind of writer who might starve...
Died. Samuel Hoffenstein, 57, master writer of satiric light verse (Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing); of a heart attack; in Los Angeles. A wry-writing favorite of Manhattan's wry-minded literary set in the late '20s, Hoffenstein (who had written, I'd rather listen to a flute in Gotham, than a band in Butte) disappeared into Hollywood as a scenario writer, later explained: "In the movies we writers work our brains to the bone, and what do we get for it? A lousy fortune...
...writer of B pictures for years, 42-year-old Dore Schary never got into the habit of throwing money around. At RKO, he has cut down the costly time of shooting a full-length picture to as little as 19 days (the industry average is 45 to 70 days); he has been known to leave as little as 200 feet on the cutting-room floor in editing a film. This has been done by cutting scripts to the last adjective, working out every twist of plot before shooting starts. (Many a director still makes up the plot as he goes...
...Osbert's previous volumes Left Hand, Right Hand and The Scarlet Tree, the dark patches in the tapestry are family matters: the confused tyrannies of the writer's puttering father, the rages and tragic secrecies of his Plantagenet mother. Sir Osbert himself was 19 in 1911, free at last from Eton, but not free from Sir George Sitwell's fuzzy determination to make him a cavalryman. One gentle burlesque that makes this book vivid is Sir Osbert's memory of cavalry training at Aldershot...
...Harvard rooters were short of feminine companionship there was still at least one hand too many on the Crimson side of the field. According to a local sports writer's story three-handed Dick Harlow after the game simultaneously patted Ox DaGrosa's head, shook his hand, and stroked his shoulder. This probably was the neatest trick of the week even for a man referred to by another imaginative scribe as a "Machievellian fern fancier...