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47> deubefa—> / It is a relief to escape the South ands, at any rate. But ask some- body else if they are good, please. ‘They interested us only moderately. The characters didn’t come ashore enough. W: = ARE the kind of burrowing book- worm whose heart leaps up when he beholds “—and other essays” on the title page. It is the fashion among critics now to be a little snippy toward essays, and to write essays yourself, entitled “On Reading a Volume of Essays,” in which you point out contemp- tuously that all an essayist needs is a piece of blotting paper which won't blot to set him off into a five-page discourse called, “On the Decline of Blotting Paper.” (Why is it, by the way, that the blotting paper insurance companies send you won't blot any more, and why is it that insurance companies always send out blotters—or foot rules?) But this, of course, is to miss the whole point of an essay. ‘The whole point of an essay is to talk about anything—or nothing— so charmingly, and revealing yourself as such a delightful fellow while you do it, that your audience will beg you to come again. An essay is a challenge. You either get away with it, or you don’t. If you do, you are one of the elect of literary society. Robert Lynd in “The Blue Lion, and Other Essays” (George H. Doran Co.), gets away with it. His es “On Looking Through a Microscope” and “On Never Going to the British FARTHEST YET “I don’t know what station is broad- casting, but it sounds like HELL to me.” 24 Museum,” especially, have the charm, the wit, the urbanity and the paradoxical wisdom of the true essay. A. shrewd, civilized, playful, delightful fellow, this Lynd, you say to yourself. The book is a neat, compact little volume. 1é trouble with Bliss Perry as an essayist is that most of his essays are lectures. His book “The Praise of Folly” (Houghton, Mifflin Co.), has gracious interludes and sly bits of humor now and then, but too many of the papers here reprinted were originally written or spoken to instruct, to enlighten. They may be criticism, but they aren’t essays. An exception may perhaps be made to the charming paper telling of Emerson's famous Phi Beta Kappa address, which is full of nice irony. Tr Lake Superior Country,” by T . Morris Longstreth (the Century Co.), is a companion volume to the same author's books on the Catskills, the Adirondacks, and the Laurentians. Mr. Longstreth is one of those chatty travel- ers who is always getting into conversa- tion with the natives and cracking jokes. comicbooks.com