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...Tribune insisted that three-quarters of its reader mail favored simplified spelling, but a significant segment of the readership came to feel the self-proclaimed "world's greatest newspaper" was rather the world's gratest. By the time McCormick died in 1955, the list of simplified words, which once ran as high as 80, was already shrinking. Reluctantly, the Trib shot down the sherif and later sank the frater. "Readers," sighs Editor Clayton Kirkpatrick, "wondered if Tribune editors knew how to spell." The latest style book retains only a few relics of the Bennett era, most of them...
...restoring capitalization that was swept away years ago by McCormick. For decades, the paper's "down" style decreed orient, soviet, communism. The only medal or memorial allowed upper case was the Purple Heart. Kirkpatrick explains that the return to "up" style was made "as a service to the reader, so he can scan a story rapidly, and important things such as the name of an organization will stand...
...Germany, or why Sajer so belatedly wrote it. Beneath its artillery-barrage surface hides another war-the struggle, equally intense though never acknowledged, between an autobiographer's impulse to confess and his impulse to self-justify. With a kind of death grip, Sajer holds on to his reader, simultaneously appealing to him for absolution and denying his right to judge. He pictures the reader sitting in an armchair by the fire, curled up in a comfortably moral position. Out of anguish, out of arrogance, he pulls him down into his hell. What he is finally saying...
Despite a Teutonic tendency to grandiloquence and repetition, Sajer is brutally effective. He puts lice on that armchair reader, gives him an empty belly, and sticks him in a frozen mudhole. He loses him in the endless space of that "accursed Russian plain." He makes him feel the ache of the Russian winter, 35-40° below zero-the temperature at which, when a soldier urinated, three or four of his fellows thrust their cracked hands under the stream for momentary warmth...
Sajer crams the reader into a truck next to a living corpse with his head half blown off. refusing to die. He makes him hold down a man's leg while a surgeon saws it off. He forces him to wait in a trench while waves of Russians charge, shouting "Ourrah!" until fear "reduced every conviction to nothing...