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Since he has provided translations of everything, his book is accessible to any reader, and, although his own style sometimes lacks the "Horatii curiosa felicitas," Commager should be read by everyone interested in poetry or its criticism...
Commager's book presupposes a reader, and it leads him to a fuller and more enlightened understanding of Horace's style. Solidly based on the research of previous generations, The Odes of Horace incorporates the critical methods of such men as I. A. Richards and Reuben Brower, men who believe that poetry should be approached on its own terms. As Commager remarks: "The ideas work not merely 'with' but 'in' and 'through' Horace's specific language. If we change any element of his language a different idea remains--or no idea at all. To speak of a lyric poet...
Bunions & Scars. At a house party in Fiedler's masterpiece of fictional illness, Nude Croquet, the middle-aged guests decide to shuck their clothes and play croquet in the buff. In the peep show that follows, the readers see "bulges and creases and broken veins, bunions and scars and grizzled hair . . . Leonard, vaguely hermaphroditic, pudgy and white; Eva, her cross falling just where her pancake makeup gave way to the slightly pimpled pallor of her skin; Achsa, tallow-yellow and without breasts; Beatie, marked with the red griddle of her corseting and verging on shapelessness; Marvin, sallow and unmuscled...
...goings on entirely in the cartoon world of outrageous literary parody and exaggeration where death, as Brendan Behan puts it, has lost its "sting-aling-aling." Grimy realism crops up occasionally. In Finnbar, fleeting touches of gentleness and humane disgust at the proceedings undercut the parody and encourage the reader to take him seriously as a man rather than a manikin. Even at that, O'Brien has made a point: burlesqued or not, life in Dublin is no bed of Four Roses...
...excellent, one paltry. The collection as a whole is a reminder that Greene is one of those rare contemporary authors not ashamed to clank a chain, or a plot. Two of the best-both in the old lot-are built around identical twin brothers, and in each case the reader's considerable fear and trembling depend on the death of one brother. No young writer today would think of being so unsophisticated...