Judge — August 30, 1930 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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I A EIR Tia Sur—This is the “Death of Siegfried”! He—By George, that fellow suffered a terrible death! 26 AUDGING Cc Vay Vecuten’s “Parties” is pale-lavender gin, trash in pwitty w'appers, a lethal bloom in the gar- den of cirrhosis, a homosexual jam- boree, much Jo about nothing amongst the Wall Street runners, or just so much overripe tripe, according to how you look at it. -It seems pat- terned after Gide's ‘Counterfeiters” —presenting a round robin of Yale Futilitarians, their phrails, bootleg- gers and punks involved in a criss- cross of love affairs, of which there are eight or twenty varieties around. It is not within an eagle's flight of Gide’s book—the author lacking that much in weight, mind and other little details—but by virtue of its distin- guished godpapa, contains much good observation on New York sophis- ticates, their drunken manners, their minds—if any—and their paste emo tions. our First Coon-Shouter’s “Blind Bow “Peter Whiffle,” and “Nigger The following virtues are present in the action of the story: murder, jealousy, adultery, nympho- incest, super-mother love, king, Oscar Wildeing, cradle- snatching and foul language. There is much that is nauseating. Inci- dentally, enough liquor is drunk by these assorted pinheads to float the navies of the world—the women doing away with no Swiss Navy share, either, It is all very much like a jazz number played by a coon orchestra in which each player vies with the other to embellish the tune. Exciting, hot, disturbing—but that’s all. nat John R. Tunis’ “American Girl” is not strictly a novel but a long newspaper account did not worry us as it did the taller brows of book- tearers-apart. Obviously Mr. Tunis had the complete disillusioning dope on that racket of the rackets: Lawn Tennis, and he wished to clothe this dope in better clothes than it de- served. So he wandered over into Mr. Dreiser's and Mr. Gorky’s pre- serves and was found out as a pre- tender-novelist. Well, what of it? He _ had something interesting to say, said it well, and there you are, Which is more than one can say of the profes- nal novelists of the hour. American Girl,” then, is an ex- comicbooks.com ™ oa epee