ellauri097.html on line 296: He became a literary icon, but White knew that people rarely actually read his work. He professed not to care what people thought, but he would sometimes check for copies of his novels in local libraries. He would search for dog-ears and stains, to gauge how far in the book they had read. Most people, he deduced, never finished. The Australian reading public never quite warmed to White, and nothing much has changed. My grandmother “couldn’t stand him.” I have seen my mother take up one of his novels—The Solid Mandala—and after a few moments quite literally toss it aside. White’s books are metaphysical, lyrical, high modernist, full of baroque descriptions of landscapes, and unsparing in his examination of the people who live in them. For a country besotted with kitchen-sink realism and plain-speaking larrikins, Patrick White was baffling.
ellauri107.html on line 268: Taylor says that after Roth announced his retirement from writing in 2012, he stopped making art, but he still wrote, producing a manuscript of over a thousand pages whose purpose was to air grudge after grudge. Taylor comments that the underside of Roth's greatness swarmed with grievances time had not assuaged.
ellauri151.html on line 246: I wished for nothing beyond his smile, and to walk with him thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.
ellauri386.html on line 428: The first time I went there in 2005, tourists were already overrunning it. Still, at some of the geyser fields it still felt wild, with only wooden planks down and no railings for protection. By 2015, each site became like waiting in line at a Disney World attraction, and any quaint hot springs are now swarmed by tourists taking selfies. The locals are absurdly proud of their local landscapes. Like, I’ve ne ver been to a country where the people identify so closely with the scenery. They act as if they built it all by hand, and like nowhere else in the world competes with it. I guess that’s what happens when the bulk of your economy is from tourists constantly praising what they see, and when you live on a medium-sized island with less than 400k people.
xxx/ellauri059.html on line 395: warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
xxx/ellauri139.html on line 625: Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; on kulma, kun Madeline ottaa pois lämpöset
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 98: In 1865, Robert E. Bonner of the New York Ledger offered Beecher twenty-four thousand dollars to follow his sister's example and compose a novel; the subsequent novel, Norwood, or Village Life in New England, was published in 1868. Beecher stated his intent for Norwood was to present a heroine who is "large of soul, a child of nature, and, although a Christian, yet in childlike sympathy with the truths of God in the natural world, instead of books." McDougall describes the resulting novel as "a New England romance of flowers and bosomy sighs ... 'new theology' that amounted to warmed-over Emerson". The novel was moderately well received by critics of the day.
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