Judge — August 1933 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Judging the Books VERY several years, the laugh gods can't see the earth for a heavy Ilue fog around it. Mercifully t emerge from some night club around the ecliptic circle, put the lucky sign on a young author, and then sneak back to their celestial whoopee. The result is a world saved from suicide because a “Pickvick,” a “Huck Finn,” a Z. fall,” or as now, ngland” has ap- peared on the sce By which overwriting, we mean that a gifted a Mr. A. Macdon- nell, has put wee end of the tele- ‘ope to his eye and taken a sat apse of the land of S rakspur, ro 1 the Jolly Old £ Sterling und things wanting and set these impressions down for purposes of drawing loud laughs. Needless to say he has succeeded roya Thus, if you don't roll off your porch glider, guffawing over the cricket match (the London Poets vs. Muggle- ton or something), over the fantastic ags of Mr. Hougins, over the b activities of the League of ou have the sense of humor Hitler. “England Their England” proves more and more (to us) that a book of great humor is the hardest thing in the world to write. Anybody want to debate? ESPITE Edwin C. Hill's machine gun introduction, in which he shoots you dead and forces the book down your throat, A. C. Collodon’s “Congo Jake” manages to be pretty en- tertaining stuff about a long life spent 1 Africa back in the days when lions were lions and tse-tse flies tse-tse flies. In no sense, however, does the book rank with Trader Horn, which is our all time high for such stuff and which toc the edge off all African reminiscences- to-come. It is written badly, in a school- boy English prose with a sort of old- fashioned Police Gazette literary over- tone and definitely lacks charm or au- thority. Still, atly packed with blood and thunder thrills and local color to justify lending your eye to it. beefing He has ILL someone answer a question, please? What is that lack of en- thusiasm we feel at historical novels written with great integrity by honest college-bred women novelists? Why is it that Elizabeth Madox Roberts leaves us cold and why is that we just bogged down in Josephine Herbst’s “Pity Is Not Enough,” a book on which everyone plasters the blueribbon of their appro- bation? Perhaps we lack the special his- torical nerve; or perhaps they are just dull books. “Pity Is Not Enough” is one of those period-and-scene restor- ing books about the post Civil War days | in the carpet bag ridden South, expertly written, no doubt. —Tro Suane. IN THE SHADOW OF RADIO CITY Near-everything location...luxury that is felt rather than seen...service that serves more and fusses less. These factors, aided and abetted by park and river breezes, conspire to bring guests back to the St. Regis again ‘and again. New rates: Single rooms, $4, $5, $6. Double rooms, $7, $8. Parlor, bedroom, bath, $10 to $20. Menu prices are entirely revised. HOTE L ST. REGIS New voRK MANOMET POINT IN PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS oe of New Enelani's Finest Heart Motels, siowth saniy beach. « surf thes ming pool. . - golf cource on hotel grounds. dino andar sama managements the MAYFLOWER HOTEL, H NIS, MASS. ingly Inexpensive ice from New York to hotel Special 9-Day Vacation Tour portation, hotel accommadations, sight | Write | hotels direct or our New York Office, 377 Sth Ave., Tel. | Le-2-8039, comicbooks.com