Word: newspaperman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...longer ruler of the empire he built, Hearst has only two desires concerning it: 1) to have some of it survive him; 2) to keep his job. Nearing 76, the man who was the most spectacular publisher and spendthrift of his time wants to die a newspaperman...
Last week the Columbia University Press completed a monumental ten-year job-reprinting in 22 facsimile volumes (price $88) a complete file of Defoe's Review, a weekly, biweekly and triweekly newspaper of opinion which he wrote singlehanded between 1704 and 1713. Before becoming a newspaperman at 45, Defoe had been a butcher, hosiery factor, wine importer, government lottery agent, tile manufacturer, South Sea speculator, bankrupt and convict. In 1703 he spent three days in the stocks (see cut) for publishing an annoying political pamphlet. Between jail terms he plumped mightily for freedom of the press, took secret cash...
Last fortnight Negley Farson did at last crack up-but only fictitiously, in a semi-autobiographical novel about a famous U. S. newspaperman who ends up drinking himself to death in a backwoods cabin in British Columbia. An awkwardly constructed, Lost Generation novel, teeming with love affairs, ineffective cures for alcoholism, neurotic athleticism, it will be read for its confessional thrills. But it will arouse little sympathy, despite the alibi that its drunken hero is an idealist "still searching for the impossible in love, still clinging to many of his childhood ecstasies and still uncalloused...
...excellent memoirs, published last week, showed that perhaps he had missed his calling again. A competent newspaperman, he might have been a better novelist. The light he sheds on world affairs flickers somewhat dimly beside the flashes of Duranty, Gunther, Sheean; but for character vignettes and earthy episodes, he beats the lot. Examples: >The headmaster of his grammar school in Gorcum, Holland, was a tightlipped, frog-eyed, wrinkled Huguenot with the curling fingernails of a Chinese mandarin and the literal severity of a Spanish Inquisitor. He beat a boy to unconsciousness for writing the phrase "snowflakes fluttering from a pitilessly...
Blond, 39, Balkan-bearded, poker-faced, enthusiastic. Whit Burnett is a hypochondriac ex-newspaperman, formerly of Salt Lake City, Vienna and Majorca, now solidly repatriated and a leading godsend to U. S. short story writers whose stuff he publishes when all others refuse. He is also one of the few people who seem to be as fascinated by writers' doings as some are by the orbits of movie stars...