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Pulitzer Prizes are awarded to James Michener's novel, Tales of the South Pacific, for fiction, Margaret Clapp for her biography Forgotten First Citizen: John Bigelow, Bernard De Voto for his historical work, Across the Wide Missouri. The Nobel Prize for Literature went to T.S. Eliot '10, well-known for his poetry collections, including The Waste Land (1922) and Ash Wednesday...
...American West than they were followed by a band of nosy fellows with notebooks. Alexis de Tocqueville (Democracy in America) was among the earliest, in the 1830s. Francis Parkman (The Oregon Trail) packed his saddlebags a few years later. By the mid-20th century, when Bernard De Voto wrote Across the Wide Missouri, traffic on Western highways was clogging up with authors in vans, their kids and stalled novels left back home with parents...
...ahead by 20 points in the polls, Hartke is wooing potential defectors, nourishing their disenchantment with Reaganomics. But his blond hair, blue eyes and meager knowledge of Spanish are decided liabilities in the ethnically rich neighborhoods. Against the popular Lujan, it may take more than occasionally saying "Necesito su voto" ("I need your vote") to triumph in November...
...both, and his Eminent Victorians, which made fun of those letter-writing idols, delighted post-World War I readers, who wanted to hear the dirt about the people who had brought on the disaster. Strachey was imitated throughout the '20s and '30s and, wrote Bernard De Voto, "biography seemed to be no more than a high-spirited game of yanking out shirttails and setting fire to them." That game is over. In the past generation the best biographers have righted the balance, creating what approaches a fresh and vigorous art form...
From Palm Springs come the genial protests of Gerald Ford, who also liked to close the day with two martinis (5 to 1) and when things went well (or badly) had three. The ghost of De Voto is walking the land, recalling the poetry in the first martini: "The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted . . . your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart . . . the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going...