Judge — January 3, 1931 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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AUDGING “BOOKS R tyrre Hann's Saturday Life” is evidently something that odd lady fished up out of a trunk where it had been flung years before she did her “Well of Loneliness.” At least it reads like one of those things young writers are always dashing off before they are quite dry behind the It shows vast inexperience of living and striving for a mediuin but also unmistakable talent. It has to do with a girl who finds herself mysteri- ously possessed of one talent after an- other which she tries to develop only to find the talent leaves her, another taking its place. So on for six. Then she finds an East Indian_ philosophy which that a who has seven reincarnations on carth must lead a Saturday Life in his (or her) seventh reincarnation. Which is where the book got its idea for a title (we worked that out cunningly) and where we left off, the reincarnations coming in too strong for our one-sided na- ture. What the seventh talent-rein- carnation was we'll probably never know. By the way, “The Well of Loneliness” is a good book (No!!). We mean, stripped of its false g our and the lecherous-minded publ connotations, it is a first-class com- ears. says person mentary on life, character them thi of it out now, too, There's a cheap edition “De Sxake oF Leveney.” by M. Renard, is a mystery story writ- ten by a Frenchman, [t's not. this way nor that for goodness. yet you can't say it’s rotten a lot during an age that has witnessed the hacking to death of the good old mystery form. Dorothy Sayers’ “Strong Poison,” on the other hand, her best. Altho we: still don't subscribe to his name, Dotty’s Lord Peter Whimsey falls in love with a girl on trial for murder. The court detail that follows equals that which made Mme. Sayers’ “Clouds of Wit- nesses” the nobbs. really to which cannot be said for sue hat twerps as Philo Vance. La nothing new to— the form, by the way. She merely up- holds its best traditions without any obnoxiousness in’ writing, Which is saying is one of Lord Peter seems improve on acquaintance, high vers adds mystery Jv'wr awfully sorry about this. But we got ourself all set) and comfortable on a couch, put in pro visions for several months, cut the phone wires, decided to have no hn- tever, but to put in the winter holing up while reading Hendrik Willem van Loon’s “Rov.R.,” containing about 700-odd pages. — It looked —invitir we about the grea mnNions to Jearn nh intercourse wh were ignorant man Rembrandt and bout him, and we thought. jud that van Le job on the fellow. Phew! We cannot tell you what a it was. After spending getting thru the we suddenly realized that a couple of lifetimes wouldn't do us thru the monolithic thing And so we dropped it and are back into civilization ag My goodness. what made van Loon so long-winded ? And in such small type? Anyway, it's a swell book for your library table. It looks and nobody — will question you about it. Nobody will from former experi ence, would do a ad close sha thout two months foreword alone, to see gain, impressive have read it. all means avoid the B edition of De HL. “Lady Chatterley’s Lov trying to palin ott on ye near-beer for the Sumnerized Lawrence they're It's plain late, Tep Suane wine | Arcuarorocist—Hm, must have been a bridge prize! 26 comicbooks.com