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- <text>
- <title>
- (1930s) Autobiography Of Alice B. Toklas
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1930s Highlights
- Books
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>(September 11, 1933)
- </p>
- <p> Ernest Hemingway, Sherwood Anderson, Francis Scott Fitzgerald,
- Carl Van Vechten, supposedly sensible and certain popular
- authors, have sat admiringly at her feet. When Hemingway was 23,
- just married, and learning to write in Paris, he went to
- Gertrude Stein with a letter of introduction from Sherwood
- Anderson. He sat, listened, looked at her "with passionately
- interested" eyes, returned again & again. She read and
- criticized everything he had written, became godmother of his
- first child. Author Anderson went to see her. She seemed to him
- "an American woman of the old sort, one who cares for the
- handmade goodies and scorns the factory-made foods, and in her
- own great kitchen she is making something with her materials,
- something sweet to the tongue and fragrant to the nostrils."
- </p>
- <p> The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas is a perfectly
- comprehensible, eminently readable memoir. It has been approved
- by the bluestocking Atlantic Monthly (where part of it was
- serialized), and is sponsored by the Literary Guild. Though it
- is actually the autobiography of Gertrude Stein, unwary readers
- might get all the way to the 310th and last page without
- discovering the mild hoax. For no author's name is on the
- title-page, and the book is written as if by Alice B. Toklas
- herself.
- </p>
- <p> Who & What is Gertrude Stein? "Widely ridiculed and seldom
- enjoyed," she is one of the least-read and most-publicized
- writers of the day. Her incomprehensible sentences, in which an
- infuriating glimmer of shrewd sense or subacid humor is
- sometimes discernible, have generated the spark for many a
- journalistic wise-crack; except to the adventurous few who have
- been hardy enough to read her in the original (and to some of
- those) she has the reputation of a pure nonsense writer. To the
- man-in-the-street, she is the synonym for what Critic Max
- Eastman calls "the cult of unintelligibility."
- </p>
- <p> Alice B. Toklas tells who and--to a certain extent--what
- Gertrude Stein is, but it will leave pedestrian readers still
- puzzling their heads over why this obviously shrewd and salty
- old lady, whose sentences may seem rather primer-like but are
- just as lucid as a primer's, should have gathered such a lurid
- reputation as murderess of the King's English. Such readers
- should remember that in Alice B. Toklas Authoress Stein is on
- her best behavior. If they are sufficiently curious to look up
- some of her wilder work, this is the kind of thing they may
- find:
- </p>
- <p> "Red Roses. A cool red nose and a pink cut pink, a collapse
- and a sold hole, a little less hot.
- </p>
- <p> "A Sound. Elephant beaten with candy and little pops and chews
- all bolts and reckless rats, this is this.
- </p>
- <p> "Custard. Custard is this. It has aches, aches when. Not to
- be. Not to be narrowly. This makes a whole little hill.
- </p>
- <p> "It is better than a little thing that has mellow real mellow.
- It is better than lakes whole lakes, it is better than seeing.
- </p>
- <p> "Chicken. Alas a dirty word, alas a dirty third, alas a dirty
- bird."
- </p>
- <p> Some readers laugh, some are annoyed: some snort with disgust
- or indignation. Gertrude Stein, writer for posterity ("I write
- for myself and strangers") does not mind. Says she slyly: "My
- sentences do get under their skin..."
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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