Judge — March 1933 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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m- uld the gic ne, JUDGING tir BOOKS ~~ Ww K KINE CALDWELL, one of our Youny Writers, stems from Hem ingway, d man of Hlinois and Paris, and is a broth to William Faulkner where T Hemingway had a few re the old Iks have, Son Caldwell shoots the works. Where Papa was a ort of Marie Corelli b iding behind a whiskey sour front, n has no duplex nature. He comes out str ike a man for the Life Force. like his Brot Faulkner, puts sex in capital letters out in the fields. But where Brother Faulkner is a shade to the bizarre, as in his quaint of the corncob, Brother Caldwell is pretty simple like the daisies and the rabbits. A splendid pair of boys, these Hemingway lads, and, with Brother Mor Callaghan, who is more sullen than sexy, lads that father should be proud of. Naturally Papa Hemingway isn’t as youny he used he old folks do yo ir thi don't a but such stalwart sons ought to do him proud in his old age! What their children will be like. I shudde think. We therefore d know whether Erskine Caldwell's sod’s Little Acre” is for your eves or not. For, however calloused your ylims may be, this one is bound to tear the seal from them. You've just yot to have an artistic conscience supe i raints, as use joints, and a shock- proof chassis to stick od’s Little Acre” down to the strips life kin and keeps it there in a kind of savage and glorified state. It concerns the rutting and sold- digging fevers of a family of Georgia barbarians. They are the Waldens and live in an Adam Eve sort of state. Their problems on the biblical or, if you wish, the rly Piltdown plan:—with incest, and cain-and-abel misunderstandings their chief concerns in life. Caldwell hadn't given them the d touch, we might have recognized them as a Southern off- shoot of the Jutes, those friends of Mr. Darrow’s. But they are, in all their lustful, ignorant depravity an honest, strange, savaye bunch and we liked them and what they did. Whether they exist in Georgia to- day or not we wouldn't know. We suspect they do, even tho Mr. Cald- well has put them into a state of his own private Hound and Hornish artistic idiom. The only fault of the book is that at odd moments, Mr. Caldwell stops talking out of the corney 9° his mouth and goes softy. It those books professional Southerners tar and feathe nd to public trees. By the w of th writer who knew and Fair ME: *, WeLLS is still fi the ee fight for Science. Give Mr. Wells his way and this would be a world of Direct: Thinkers, wh minds burn with the clear blue f of a bunsen burne romance, no gilt and tinsel, n balderdash, no “aesthetic only hard, tested Facts. In Mr. Wells’ ideal world, the music of the spheres would be the sound of celestial geo- metric theorems. The stars would shine with mathematic astrono- what old) Southern Chivalry, Juleps Womanhood, su has become No nonsense, no lu mical, formulas. Kissing would be strictly chemo-biological, and very aseptic. “The Bulpington of Blup” is an- other sermon on this idea. In it Mr Wells mercilessly sketches the de- velopment of a romanticist:—a f - fier of History and Truth. He is Theodore Bulpington, a caricature of a man not ter Mr. Wells’ heart Poor Bulpy is born into a smoothy literary family of the ‘90's. He is exposed to the awakening: scientific attitude of the turn of the century; i immersed in all the clean intellectual Gas to which Mr. Wells has added es thru the War—but comes out unscathed mentally, De- spite this scientific and r stic bap- lism, Bulpy remains 1 artistic weakling. You know he is going in the coming years, to defes tifie attitude tow vlorify the war tories. his share; the scien- ds History and or the school his Curiously Mr, Wells (probably un- intentionally) makes you like poor Bulpington for more than half the book. He has been idling along: in his dislike of the Suddenly he steps on the accelerator and dashes the poor fellow over the cliffs, destroying him completely by book end. Tho we understood Mr. Wells’ dislike, we couldn't help feeling very sorry for Bulpy and that Mr. Wells had been a little harsh. He might have ned his ends more sympa- theti We like heroes, of stern stuff, in our books. fellow. Still, while not a yxreat book or one you lay down with a satisfied sigh, a capital one. It makes a marvelous outline of the intelligentsia for the past fifty years; and it records the intellectual yab fest that has been yoing on all these contemporary years beautifully. —TEeED SHANE ._ Howt seep son day PIPE can make or break a home. A wile can like or break a pipe. Teall dependsconsthe sweaysyou keep vour pipe and the kind of tobacco you smoke in it. Sir Walter Ralcigh keeps. pipes well behaved and wives well pleased. 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