May 8, 1895
Red Bank, New Jersey, U.S.
|Died||June 12, 1972
Talcottville, New York, U.S.
|Occupation||Literary critic, essayist, editor, journalist, writer|
|Alma mater||Princeton University|
|Genre||Fiction, review of fiction|
|Notable works||Axel’s Castle, To the Finland Station, Patriotic Gore|
|Spouse||Mary McCarthy (m. 1938â€“1946)|
If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship.
The human imagination has already come to conceive the possibility of recreating human society.
The product of the scientific imagination is a new vision of relations – like that of artistic imagination.