October 1, 1965
The Lunatic, the Lover, and the Poet
What a better place to begin than in a hamlet we know as Winesburg, Ohio. An old man with a white mustache lies in bed there, subject to brooding notions […]
April 1, 1965
The Angry Young Men Revisited
It is ten years since the angry wave blew in on us in Britain, at least if we date it from Lucky Jim; rather less if we are thinking of […]
April 1, 1965
The Scholar
George Russell, who was full of Hegelianism, used to argue that Irish literature developed in pairs. There were himself and Yeats, then Stephens and Colum, then Austin Clarke and F.R. […]
January 1, 1965
This Dying Lark
The behan story, in a way, begins with the Playboy riots of 1907. Irish nationalism, the Establishment-to-be, had fuelled (and, of course, was fuelled by) the new drama but Synge […]
January 1, 1965
The Second New York Film Festival
Last September’s New York Film Festival was again a coalition of the center, necessary because it was the only one possible. Cinema being the arriviste of the art forms, there […]
January 1, 1965
Adages
One who is enough of a simpleton to become writer is capable of any folly. The production of morals in the last 50 years has far exceeded our capacity to […]
October 1, 1964
Italian Film: Failure and Emergence
Antonioni, Visconti, Fellini—each has directed a masterpiece: L’Avventura, Rocco, I Vitelloni. Each has just produced his worst work. It seems to me unquestionable that the motion pictures named are the […]
October 1, 1964
Danish Film: The Living Dreyer
Carl Theodore Dreyer, the great Danish film maker, is still alive, a fact that comes as something of a surprise to many of his foreign admirers, who are more than […]
April 1, 1964
A Taste of Ashes
Five hours in the life of Augustus Philipps, Esq., b. 1897, A.B. Dartmouth 1919, m. 1927 Laura Fenchurch (d. 1959), m. 1961 Margaret Redruth. Children John F., b. 1929, Charles […]
April 1, 1964
A Dark Plot
March 15 … What has become of us? I would speak of courage, devotion, freedom! But the very words are dull as I put them down. Well, how could they […]
April 1, 1963
From “The Bourgeois Poet”
Not at all my favorite author, Kipling described Chicago once: the water is the water of the Hooghly, and the air is dirt. And a famous poet of New England […]
April 1, 1963
Last Night at Marienbad
Last night, or was it last year, at the theatre where I saw Last Year at Marienbad, they were—truly—selling a “pocket edition of 192 ‘Marienbad’ games” for $1.00 in the […]