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At the opposite pole of today's literary firmament there shines the still , pale star of Isak Dinesen . This is someone who could never be accused of literary professionalism , but who has always been an unseeded player , a gifted ...
At the opposite pole of today's literary firmament there shines the still , pale star of Isak Dinesen . This is someone who could never be accused of literary professionalism , but who has always been an unseeded player , a gifted ...
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Albondocani is Isak Dinesen's swan song , her triumphant Ode to Joy , her own Ninth Symphony . a * * 6 I have sometimes had people say to me that they find Isak Dinesen's tales “ too artificial , too unreal .
Albondocani is Isak Dinesen's swan song , her triumphant Ode to Joy , her own Ninth Symphony . a * * 6 I have sometimes had people say to me that they find Isak Dinesen's tales “ too artificial , too unreal .
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Isak Dinesen's tales are peopled with characters who ply themselves with this second , fundamental question , and this is what gives them their peculiar philosophic depth - something we have trouble finding elsewhere in the field of ...
Isak Dinesen's tales are peopled with characters who ply themselves with this second , fundamental question , and this is what gives them their peculiar philosophic depth - something we have trouble finding elsewhere in the field of ...
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Summer 1959 | 307 |
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES vii | 377 |
AUTUMN FIELDS by Noel Blakiston | 385 |
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