Word: wrote
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...depicted in The Lonely Crowd 19 years ago, Americans were all too well adjusted to the gray-flannel goals of "success." That is no longer so. David Riesman, who wrote the book with two colleagues and added its title to the American idiom, now finds that after two decades "the earlier tendency toward glib self-satisfaction" has been succeeded by "an atmosphere of what seems to me extravagant self-criticism...
...prose style that frightens off so many, including some who are sympathetic to his basic message. Columnist William F. Buckley Jr., while concurring in Agnew's description of an "effete corps of impudent snobs," felt impelled to deliver an explication de texte: "The rhetorical arrangement is extremely unsatisfactory," wrote Buckley. "The word 'snob' should rarely be preceded by an adjective. An 'effete corps' has its stresses wrong, which is itself distracting...
...difficult to speak adequately or justly of London," wrote Henry James in 1881. "It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy, or exempt from reproach. It is only magnificent." Were he alive today, James, a connoisseur of cities, might easily say the same thing about New York or Paris or Tokyo, for the great city is one of the paradoxes of history. In countless different ways, it has almost always been an unpleasant, disagreeable, cheerless, uneasy and reproachful place; in the end, it can only be described as magnificent...
...today. Men do not always love it; often, indeed, they hate it. More often still, they hate it and love it by turns. Yet once caught by it, they cannot forget or long leave it. "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man," wrote Ernest Hemingway, who did love Paris, "then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." New York, wrote Thomas Wolfe, who did not always love it, "lays hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy...
...Cher Antoine is a masterpiece," cheered France Soir. "A complete masterpiece, profound, sparkling, subtle, naive, poetic, comic, full of resonance." Wrote Le Figaro: "Anyone who doesn't like this piece knows nothing about human beings, has no love for the theater, can't recognize an author of talent and lacks a sense of humor...