Judge — January 23, 1932 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Wise MeFer may try for a million years but he'll never step into the Conrad (or maybe nothing). Tho he magnetic Pole, down to growing a trimmed hedge like Conrad's, the task (It’s darned near im- else, too.) Me- Fee lacks, i the cosmic sense: Conrad was unable to have a chars ter pick up a glass of water but that the gesture Meant Something. Even in his vaguest moments, everything he wrote Meant Something. MeFee, on the other hand, is an Englishinan and will always) remain one. He has none of that sad Slavie sense of man’s itnpermanency on this His most. ce Conradian thi which must down to a phra boots. of we're te imitate the great sea Joseph ing you is impossible. possible for anyone a word, spinning globe. effort to do the sults in a prolixity erally be distill to get the gist and even then it tastes synthetic, He gets some profundity to his novels but he has very little on the cosmic ball. Which doesn’t mean that McFe not rd novelist. He is that then some. But he is not a novelist, hold it him—he lacks the temy ment. What he could do in a other than Conradian something in, scious ever so slightly vor do we merely field imitation is He'd probably be quite gre: MeFee's 1 master” and we unreservedly. It is : hook, absorb from the first c: Its form is lifted bodily from C including the ship's officer. who be- tween cigar glows tells the lush, fan- tastic, tragedy of the lush, fantastic figures in the lush, fantastic tropical Moreover it borrows Conrad's style of observation; Conrad's pipe- dream woman from out “The Arrow of Gold and Conrad's commas, It is, in sum, something Conrad might have written and did, ex- cept, as aforesaid, MePee lacks the depth, MeFce has, on the other hand, a brilliant gift for humor, character and story telling. And tho “The Harbourmaster” is not good Conrad vod Me Harbour- recommend it to you west is “The scene, it is very FE82 Bev’s publishers hasten to assure that that particular gent not only exists but is a son of oil hailing from Baku (look it up your- self), is a handsome devil, well-edu- cated and the soul of honor. Altho a writer, he is no novelist—hence no liar. Thus “Twelve Secrets of the Cau- casus” becomes a book of bout the melti iphy: the mounta and Asia, and of civilization, It honeycomb of differing and tongues, printed riple pot of gee isms nous region joining Europe possibly the eradh is a nations most of which have no relation to each other. Thus, you have nothing in common with neighbor just a few mountain fastnesses (a couple of steppes to you) away. Mohammedanism in some form is the religion most in practice und all other religions are called Christian, Yet, Khevsuria is a nation of Christians who do not acknowledge Christ; practices a form of modulated Hebrew idolatry; surrounds _ itself high unscalable wall; wears armor with Latin inscriptions to war; may your with a builds castles on hilltops; may be a lost band of Crusaders. here is a nation of Hebrews ear- rying out the letter of the law of Moses. Most of the tribes recognize banditry and heroes of traditions are me story and successful ca- neient cities, cul- s clutter up the soil. ret of the in of may yet | ambitious a pones. Ruins o tures and chure Perhaps the se the white race here by D°*s Heron's netted him “ Vice Versa,” a book of his experiences and observations. Which is a lot more than a few headaches and a flattened pocketbook; the usual result. We love Don for his pictures and for his shrewdly insane comments » than for the ever so slightly istic undertone of the book. We get the uneasy fecling that Don might look down his nose highball, nor can we quite forgive him for sounding, at times, as tho he went to bed with his Baedeker. Otherwise, the book is priceless in cpigrammatic nuggets. On almost every other page you scuff them up; in hotels, bathrooms, trains and cathe- drals, Hold your hat: “The chief of the English is intona- is should really be known as ‘Pelvis, France’. “French coffee tastes as if it had been wrung out of a sutde Everybody in Sor- rento seems to be trying to outrelay everybody else.” I did not need my Mothersill's in’ Venice, after all.” “The chief industries of London are museums, men’s shirts, and righto “England could pay her national debt by leaving four inches off every shirt- tail she manufactures.” That’s ole massa Don to us, God bless him! some jaunt to I Doing Europe at our second rye shoe.” —Tep Sitane “Meet Joe!” You probably know him ale ready—everyhody who follows sports knows Joe Williams. Shrewd—Salty—In formed NO writer rejoi y i an i ard- ened, rustproof r-ply fol- lowers than th nial vent man above. 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