A Keynes for All Seasons
June 20, 1983

Had Keynes chosen to play the establishment game, he almost surely would have succeeded Alfred Marshall as the dominant academic authority of his gene

Sex Provided
February 23, 1982

Has nakedness ever been for people what it now is for us? This is an important and philosophical question. A woman undressing in a film made in 1919 r

Edmund Wilson in the 1930s
May 03, 1980

Wilson’s work as a reporter brought him much closer to the nation’s realities and he described these with his masterly concreteness.

December 09, 1978

Never have so many written with such technical skill: this remark, as often an expression of frustration and dismay as of admiration, has become a commonplace of poetry criticism in the 1970s. Never, of course, have so many written. And published. And competed for a lamentably small audience: there are perhaps more writers than readers of poetry at the present time. In so diminished a sphere the consequences have been, and continue to be, predictable.

Full Disclosure
July 09, 1977

In its long and distinguished history, The New Republic is again about to break new groun: the first four fold table in a book review.

The Metropolitan Opera
August 23, 1975

New York’s Metropolitan Opera has the same function as its Metropolitan Museum of Art: to keep valuable works of the art it is concerned with availabl

Half Lesson
April 12, 1975

Watchmen in the Night by Theodore C. Sorensen MIT Press; $8.95 "Watergate is like a Rorschach," Aaron Wildavsky observed at a Washington seminar last year.

Edmund Wilson on The New Republic
July 01, 1972

During the 1920s Edmund Wilson created for himself a special position in the republic or anarchy of American letters: he became the Sainte-Beuve of a

Choosing Supreme Court Judges
May 02, 1970

What should be the criteria for appointment to the Supreme Court? Judges of the United States Supreme Court are required—the word is dictated even mor

You Wouldn't Believe It
April 25, 1969

In his short stories over the past several years, and in his new novel, John Cheever appears to be almost helplessly carried away by the flood tides o