Judge — May 1933 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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JUDGING true BOOKS Quick Glances “(Ys More Sprixe” by Robert Nathan. Mr. Nathan, who has been trying for years to peddle his whimsey in large Iumps and has been erately successful, fins with some Grade A Milr doesn’t sour. A bankrupt antique dealer, st named Mr. Rosenberg and the inevitable prostitute go back to the soil: They move into Central Park, New York, to weather the depression think it’s Their senti- ntal adventures, in which Mr. Rosen- Mr. ly comes that a violir «we called) vives violin lessons to OK gs and the antique Mr from the Park’s mod farm, twang the Ss gratifyingly. A toast to n—with glasses of ‘G s Axory Max” Leonard Ehrlich. A braw novel reconstructing the days of that mystic fellow of ; 3rown, the chap with the body and the marching ar swipes ¢} stout the se ohn soul, Takes a modern psye : grip on Brown, pulling him out of the hazy nysticism of the song, putting him on tis feet before the reader, and showing Brown's genius was but a hairline m insanity. Very grim and largely ritten, but like Strangler Lewis, very gripping “TL Jxiox Square,” by Albert’ Hal- ( J per (Mama's Little Halper, you how know). A gloomful snapshooting of the enormous soapbox and cradle of S Klein, the dollar-dress man, that is Union Square. It reeks of the - in that and is crowded with the painful humanity that jostles defeatedly ound its e A sad but true book other words, too true in fact, to be pleasi vorks that blow off continually nhappy plac Continues the and — entertaining started in “My rty Golden North” by. this Czech Trader Horn who we North y iT Eskime is broad but what can you expect of a who is half Czech, half Eskimo, rader Horn and half Munchausen, alistic ences Years in the t into ars ago tc arn to become Weltzl’s story is as tall as it «© ASS Vickers” by I's taken us ed wrestling with she’s finally mastered us: smothering us with her faccitude. he’s just one of those masterful women, with flat heels nclair Lewis. months of “Ann” but contin and a lot of character who does a lot of dull things and if there's one thing we don’t care about in our classic literature (which this purports to be), it’s un-beautiful heroines who do dull things. Who cares about character in women, anyway? Why character is a drug on the market. If Mr. Lewis cannot do better, he really ought to send back that Jaurel wreath Sweden. “Ann” is most un-noble stuff (get it “Ek Waters” by Walter D. Ed « monds. Again this upstate New Yorker returns to the scene of his e: ceeding good “Rome Haul’: the Canal. Only this Mr. reconstructs the building of that once lively ditch, writing a sort of movie e; around it—that is a movie epic as the movies ought to make them. There i a freshness and cleanliness to the world Mr. Edmonds summons up for you that is most welcome. The world in those days seems full of bloom, young and bursting with a dawn-like clean energy. as though things were just be: ime as they were, indeed ay the world seems covered with hoary whiskers in comparison, which it probably is. Are we sad at the prospect! ‘He tie Mayor” by Joel Sayre. Our beerbarrel satirist does it again. What he did for football in “Rackety Rax” he does herein fc * City Politics in his little dynamite True, Mr. a number ayre’s humor th does not lay us in the aisles torn wv laughter but Rabe! neither does is Many of our readers have asked us the Well, Mr. st wa secret of ayre’s success, the sim} to attain Mr. 1 gargantuan, literate, satiric corn-heef-and-eabbage grip on things is to live in a case of books, eat nothing but raw meat, drink nothing but pure, clear beer and think in terms treme! like thimblehelly, dornick, Holtsapple, switcheroo, boowhinkles, Ziggles, Pull- man green velour h, fat-flaps, burps. giant jitters, political halitosis and hoozling. You've got to have an ear for the American Language like Mencken and know Godly Scronch” is. can't learn by mail. by Thorne “PDais is tne Doorway’ Smith. 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