Judge — August 2, 1930 — page 22: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AUDGING Nort Oravier’s “Triumphant Foot- man” is summery — stuff—all bright tulle and a yard wide. Pleas antly, it is not overburdened with too many ideas. In fact, if one is not too lazy to do so, he' may detect that dear old Alger formula hidden behind it all, namely Footman M: ing Duke. To A es Good: Becom however, is added that fine Armenian touch of chacl Arlen—giving “sophistic to the whole. (By the way, wh become of this fellow Arlen? W a “Gosh! Did you use live bait or a dry fly?” he writing undying prose 4 ars and years My, my we wonder whether he hasn't belied the saying that he | was the only Armenian who didn’t try to sell you a rug—and gone back to the old business?) Pp ¥Stiostac’s“ 14th Street” is self admittedly the book of a Jewish boy who insists on retaining that schoolboy complex. Thus, for about three hun dred pages, in what he terms verse (actually a resuscitated attempt at Amy Lowellism) he exhibits a pretty violent mama complex. ‘This compli- cation makes it difficult for him to land his sweetie; rid himself of i iority complex a mile wid himself to the fact that he is merely a normal person trying to be super- natural; and whining all over the place about how sorry he is for himself. It does not, on the other hand, restrain f = nee een We him from writing in a tot of bunk about “Literature being a legal means of unloading the filth from one’s soul.” Translating the above into plain En- glish: we didn’t like the book. Inci- | Isanerta—I love these old-time songs, don’t you? dentally: the book has absolutely noth- | Feapixaxo—You said it, baby! I could listen all night to “You're _—*in& to do with 14th Street, as far as ] the Cream of My Coffee” and “I Gotta Go Where You Go"! we could gather. | that we must re- port “Sh * on such a superior detective story ul Whitfield’s “Green Ice.” But) Raoul has evi- dently deliberately dosed himself thoroly in the best detective writer of the times: Dashiell Hammett— helped himself to the master’s style, tricks, ideas—right down to the com- mas. Furthermore, he has gotten Knopf (who publishes Hammett) to publish “Green Ice” and they even | use Hammett type on the thing. Years when we went to college and udents w detected turning al Thackeray as their own “Tch-tch—zwhat an aim his wife must have had.” compositions—there were rapid ex- c is with r yoas 20 comicbooks.com