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...scrubbed cabin porch, convinces in the end that the genuine fabulist's art is involved. An old, blind Negro woman signs her land away for a federal project and is conned out of her money by a young opportunist of her own race. Is he the devil? The reader comes to think so and to share the dark fears of a superstitious old woman's spell-weaving mind...
...Worry. It is all great fun. As there should be, there is a lot about Mummy, who is a worrying sort, and Daddy, who is not. Daddy is a painter, and if the reader finds him not so delightful as his daughter does, that, too, is as it should be. No one could. And surely all hearts will echo to the anti-school manifesto Antonia puts in her private book (known to this precocious moppet as her "escapism book"): "IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S ALL A BIG NIDDLE...
...offshoot of Esquire, that was put to death in 1961; although it had a monthly circulation of 3,000,000, it was losing big money. Steirman's revival bears only superficial resemblance to the earlier magazine. Even the title may not be his: Esquire sold it to Reader's Digest, which is now contesting in court Steirman's right to use it. But Paper-and-Ink Publisher Hy Steirman is convinced that his reincarnated Coronet will make money-if he can keep the name...
...movement from subject to predicate "a sort of moving picture of thought." To follow the mind's natural order, he said, "keep your subject close to the beginning of your sentence" and "keep your verb as close to its object as possible." Avoid too many verbs; evoke the reader's imagination. "The fewer the words that can be made to convey an idea, the clearer and the more forceful that idea." Not We walked down the main street, which was very long, but We walked down the long main street...
...abrupt cancellation of a garden party without informing the guests, her abrupt departure for Calais without informing her husband. And continually there is apparently a kind of dreary obeisance to Emma's perpetual pains-her lame knee and sprained ankle, chills and influenza, shingles and failing eyesight. A reader can easily sympathize with a wry line in her husband's notebook: "Love lives on propinquity, but dies of contact...