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Arts & CultureOf Many Things
George W. Hunt
Books about books were of special interest to George W. Hunt, S.J., and so, in his honor, we reprint this Of Many Things column from Feb. 20, 1993.
Arts & CultureOf Many Things
George W. Hunt
On the particular genius of F. Scott Fitzgerald
Arts & CultureVantage Point
George W. Hunt
In the spirit of Ecclesiasticus (44:1), let us now praise famous men: specifically Frank Sinatra.
George W. Hunt

One shaft of sunlight that has illuminated a rather gloomy year for most Americans has been the year-long celebration in honor of George Gershwin. When Gershwin died suddenly at age 38 in 1937, the novelist John O'Hara wrote in his typically hard-boiled-sentimental style: "They tell me George Gershwin is dead, but I don't have to believe it if I don't want to." Corny or not, O'Hara's sentiments seemed to have been shared by many this year, as the many television specials, new recordings and stagings of Gershwin's work attest. In fact, the 50th anniversary appears to be closing with a rush this December as one Gershwin gala crowds another throughout the country.

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Peter Quinn investigates the mystery of Judge Crater.
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Blake Bailey's biography of John Cheever is a literary triumph in its own right.
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Mary Pat Kelly's 'Galway Bay,' reviewed
Editorials
George W. Hunt
An appreciation of a Christian man of letters
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Allow me to presume that you are one of those mildly perverse people who finds delight in stories that run counter to your usual fuddy-duddy moral judgments offered in public If so then we know that there are several sure-fire kinds of narrative that never lose the naughty appeal of slumming with
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George W. Hunt
The cover for this delightful collection of interconnected essays is the famous photo taken in 1932 of 11 ironworkers enjoying a relaxed lunch break as they sit side by side perched on an I-beam a thousand feet up in open space overlooking mid-Manhattan their legs nonchalantly dangling from the sk