In a critical review written in 1936 by Malcolm Cowley in
The New Republic, Cowley calls Gone with the Wind "an encyclopedia
of the plantation legend":the white-columned mansion, the Aunt Jemima, the Uncle Joe,
the white-haired "massa," the Southern belle with her seventeen-inch waist, the darkies
singing over the hill as they go to the fields, the handsome rake, and, of course, the
Civil War and Reconstruction with the KKK and the Carpetbaggers and
Scalawags.
While all of this chronology of the Old South
is contained in Mitchell's historical romance, there is also something splendidly
captivating about this novel. Perhaps, it is Mitchell's undaunting courage to write
with, as Cowley terms it, "splendid recklessness" huge scenes that others would shy from
for fear of comparison to Dickens or Dostovesky. Her talent of tying her narrative
together with certain motifs such as that of postponement--"I'll think about that
tomorrow"--and of heritage with the reverberating memory of Tara make for a dreamingly
sentimental, but not maudlin, narrative that pulls the reader into many scenes. Truly,
there is a magnificence to the writing of Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the
Wind that leaves the reader disappointed at having to leave its world when
the narrative is finished.
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