Word: writing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...merits no description. And the words?like the words of "All Alone", like the words of "Remember", like the words of all Mr. Berlin's songs except, possibly "I'm a K. P."?are exactly the words one would expect a waiter in Nigger Mike's Cafe to write, in a trickly moment, on a beer-stained menu, behind the nickelodeon...
Sinclair Lewis has refused the Pulitzer prize awarded him for his novel "Arrowsmith"; and to the detriment of no one, neither. Sinclair Lewis nor the Pulitzers. Mr. Lewis can continue to write untrammelled, and the prize will without doubt fall to some more oallous artist. In accepting a prize, there is undoubtedly a certain acquiescence in the manner of the contest. If Mr. Lewis disapproves of prize contests on principle, if he sees a pledge to fly no higher than the will of his donor will permit, then, whether over-sensitive or no, he will not be grudged...
...Milt Gross would say, "Dese Meeltons don't have no more de two bits, aient it Meesis Feetlebaum?." Which is rather true, for the price of verse is rapidly descending, in fact too much so. If one really wants to make money he should take divisionals and then write his Prisoner's Song and collect the price of two Morris chairs, one divan and golf course--enough for any man, more than enough...
...many months, she, by all the means of seduction she knew how to employ in incomparable fashion, tried to acquire the right to call herself my mistress. I found her charming, but full of mystery, enticing, disquieting. I had the imprudence not only to tell her that but to write...
...Significance. Brilliant Gilbert Frankau, the author, intended, it would seem, to write a novel on a grand scale of deep British significance. Modern English landscape, modern London streets, horse-racing, prizefighting, tea parties, labor strikes, auctions, motoring?the story ventures thrillingly up and down the land. Perhaps most thrilling of all is the politics. No mean orator himself, Mr. Frankau introduces a fascinating Jewish playwright to wax eloquently Tory. Yet, in spite of all this, the author seems to have become so absorbed by John Masterson and his unfortunate bride that as the story proceeds he forgets sociology...