Judge — July 18, 1931 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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| ter of fact Mr | we're writing ee ING Tirrany Tuayer, author of “Thir. basa Men,” which his publishers modestly announced could have been written only by Balzac in collabora tion with Rabelais, though as a mat- hayer wrote it all by himself, has got ‘a new box-oftice smash ready for his spice-loving pub lic. It's the story of a half-Indian girl who is very, very passionate—so primitive that she knows instinctively all the things it takes nice girls 4 to learn, Mr. Ths story of this hot ps the old Green Hat ; working the w.k. Green Hatracket for all it’s worth. In other words, it’s a new version about the girl who just has to give herself all the time, not because she’s a natural low-lifer, but because she has had a great love shock. Mr. Thayer doesn’t go so far as to say “for purity,” but that’s the idea and him privately about his oversight. Her lover lets her down and then she starts collecting souve- nirs off other paramours and mailing them to him—cal cards, buttons oa marines’ © page from a rher’s Bible and other interesting kniekk ucks. Mr. Thayer tells prac tically all that happens in a_ style which is distinguished by overwriting and supercharged with clever phras- jas no need to be any- thing clse. The book has illustra- tions and end-papers by Lloyd Cox which assist Mr. Thayer in the artis- tic impression he is trying to create. ars er drapes the noose neatly over ur trouble with publishing books by Aldous Huxley like “Point Counter Point” is that some darn fool woman is likely to come along and write a book in the same style, if not in the same spirit, at the same time missing Huxley's point entirely. And when such a woman goes futile she makes a Russian crone seem as happy as Adele Astaire in comparison. Such a book is Sylv orman's Without Substance,” and though it is extremely well carboned from Hux- a book to read on a sun- It deals with one Je Anscombe who faces the post-war period (wouldn't you know it?) realiz- ing that her generation has no decent intellectual men to offer her—the flower of her time lying rotting in Flanders. She envies her older. sis- ter who at least has the traditions of another England to fall back on and who can fight against the moral back- slidings of a younger and more cart less generation. An emotional, highly sexed gal named Leila arrives on the scene and falls in love with Jean's married brother, but the futility of comicbooks.com