The Fable of the Southern Writer

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LSU Press, 1994 - 272 oldal

"With a breadth and depth unsurpassed by any other cultural historian of the South, Lewis Simpson examines the writing of southerners Thomas Jefferson, John Randolph, Mark Twain, Robert Penn Warren, Allen Tate, William Faulkner, Elizabeth Madox Roberts, Arthur Crew Inman, William Styron, and Walker Percy. Simpson offers challenging essays of easy erudition blessedly free of academic jargon.... [They] do not propose to support an overall thesis, but simply explore the southern writer's unique relationship with his or her region, bereft of myth and tradition, in the grasp of science and history." -- Library Journal

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John Randolph and the Inwardness of History
1
The Fable of the Agrarians and the Failure of the American Republic
13
A Fable of White and Black Jefferson Madison Tate
24
History and the Will of the Artist Elizabeth Madox Roberts
54
War and Memory Quentin Compsons Civil War
73
The Tenses of History Faulkner
96
The Poetry of Criticism Allen Tate
114
The Loneliness Artist Robert Penn Warren
132
The Last Casualty of the Civil War Arthur Crew Inman
155
From Thoreau to Walker Percy Home by Way of California or The End of the Southern Renascence
183
A Personal Fable Living with Indians
208
Acknowledgments
239
Index
241
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45. oldal - He has waged cruel war against human nature itself, violating its most sacred rights of life and liberty in the persons of a distant people who never offended him, captivating and carrying them into slavery in another hemisphere, or to incur miserable death in their transportation thither.
55. oldal - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts.
55. oldal - Not such as Europe breeds In her decay, Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. Westward the course of empire takes Its way; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day: Time's noblest offspring is the last" In 1728 he married Anne, the eldest daughter of Mr.
94. oldal - I dont hate it," Quentin said, quickly, at once, immediately; "I dont hate it," he said. / dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; / dont. I dont! I dont hate it!
187. oldal - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
112. oldal - Beginning with Sartoris I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it...
82. oldal - Compson who was still too young to deserve yet to be a ghost, but nevertheless having to be one for all that, since he was born and bred in the deep South...
92. oldal - and went in, entered the bare, stale room whose shutters were closed too, where a second lamp burned dimly on a crude table ; waking or sleeping it was the same : the bed, the yellow sheets and pillow, the wasted yellow face with closed, almost transparent eyelids on the pillow, the wasted hands crossed on the breast as if he were already a corpse...
95. oldal - The South. Jesus. No wonder you folks all outlive yourselves by years and years.

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