One of my passion projects was to try and bring Maxwell Bodenheim’s work back into the marketplace. His 1932 novel,…
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“For I am convinced, woman’s real progress will be enhanced by a conscientious cultivation of feminine virtues for the next 2.500 years. If, at the end of that time, she has developed the muscles of men, she may fight her way to eminence by the road of brawn.”
“The strips have become dope-merchants competing with the commercial magazines, with slander and ridicule against radicals––‘wild-eyed agitators”––frequently cropping up, plus a general tendency to glorify wealthy or well-to-do persons and picture others as subservient to the brains and charities of the former.”
“Wave your veils to pallid gavottes,
Blow them on with dimly-spiced laughs,
And catch them breathlessly against your breast!”
A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars,
A sky that is like a dead, kind face,
Would have the color of your eyes,
O servant-girl, singing of pear-trees in the sun,
And scraping the yellow fruit you once picked
When your lavender-white eyes were alive. . . .
“It must be understood, however, that Hearst is only a puppet-figure. He is not waging a one-man campaign against the interests of the awakening workers of America. Hearst is only the bad-boy, the rabid false-face of sinister interests.”
“…he does not force his endings by needling in an attenuated subtly, or by hammering over melodrama as in other novels. Rather, the denouement rides naturally out of the story and the author’s viewpoint.”
“with admiration, respect,
and alas envy toward
their loving fusion”
Murder Communists in Germany.
Tabloids reeking with sewerage
Claim that Mayor La Guardia
Offered jobs to unemployed women.
Yeah, snow-shovelling jobs––”