Criticism
… Biography. By Arthur Hobson Quinn. D. Ap-pleton-Century Company. $5.00. Arthur hobson quinn is on the right side of … them. We shall probably never see the last of the falsehoods and misconceptions that cling to him, any more … some of the obloquy of his last years. The author’s studies of Poe’s use of liquor are for the most part …
Poetry
… the pear and fig fall prior to their time, let the radios die and the hounds freeze over their meat. Let the balconies … is not enough, the equations of the mathematician must each come wrong, strangely, inexplicably, the remedies must run … But now the war can’t know what it wants: we make meals, pay a tax and dream nothing hard enough to wake us. Not …
Reporting
… is meant to provide balance). And I thought Stewart’s was a comedy show. What if no one watched him? Talking Points Memo blogger and former Director of Policy Analysis … economy on The Daily Show’s progressive agenda and the audience was totally along for the ride. I could hardly …
Essays
… for dealing with it. One is curiosity. Why do you want to die? Why do you hope you die today? Why do you love to die? … first passion, as with just about any two-year-old, was animals, initially the livestock that populate just about every … baby book—cows and pigs and chickens. His first attempts at communication came from the farm, snorting and grunting, …
… that the origins of the East-West crisis were far more complex than generally believed. Both the orthodox version, … accomplished in Germany he finds not too discouraging. He points out with a certain justice that while some Americans … until last month.” Byrnes concluded by reminding his audience that “Nations, like individuals, must respect one …
… I practiced the violin to my father’s moody, vigilant accompaniment on the piano. And there, in both the large blue … my mother’s early home on Nassauischestrasse number 26 in Berlin. As in a theater whose flood light leaves … Mexico City, which is where he had soon caught typhoid and died. Though my mother was haughty with my father’s mother, …