Judge — November 1933 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Judge JUDGING THE BOOKS Fess. there’s a lot of territory to cover this month, so if you will forgive us, we'll dispense with the usual crit- ical sermon that opens this gunk, and get right down to the reviewing. First, we have a dilemma to report, It seems that our very wife, a Peggy Shane, instead of bibbing the children, x the deck and slinging the budget about—has x up in the attic and turning out novels, Last she snuck one out ngled Wives” (the title found und ne along Hollywood Blvd.) and not nt with that one now she has jumped up again with a number that notes down the rhapso- of the wild American pastime known as holy-stor been sneak calle year The point is, however, we don't know what to we like the book, you will say we're pre- T we s use of judiced be ane and ourself occupying proxi- we don’t like it, Mme. Shane will about it mate beds. If have something to say to $20,000 worth of litera- the Stokes’ Prize Novel:—namely, “No Second Janet Beith, a young first-novelling Miss. Here critics had to say about this tender little peep cottish small town of 1832s A notable prize \ very convincing and beautiful picture”; “An ite piece of work"; “A distinctive contribution to lit- and “will stir the reader to the depths.” What this critic says is how about being a square little shooter, Miss Beith, and returning about $19,998 of that $20,000? HICH brings us arot ture Spring” by is what the novel ex erature” “Remember when we owned that Miniature Golf Course, Ed?” GIS “What say we get sober tonight and celebrate repeal?” E SEE that nothing will ever stop the flow of the Queen of Household Literature: Kathleen Norris. We turned our head a moment and out came “Angel in the House” based on the terrific ladieshomejournal problem hould a woman let herself fall in love with a younger man?” The question as we see it is, should a book reviewer let himself read such tripe? By the way, when you finish Kathleen’s sugar-coated pill, Warwick Deeping, Ethel Dell, Alice Duer Miller and Fanny Heaslip Lea have produced their usual rubber stamps, too. se E ARE the Living” is Erkskine Caldwell’s new book of shorts. These stories are miniature “God's Little Acres” and spring from Mr. Caldwell’s habit of living half the yr. in Georgia; half in Maine and the rest of the Mr. D. H. wrence’s sexual heaven, Curiously the sex lives of these geographical extremes resemble each other, one gathers from this excellent (in spots) book. Also, please look in D, H. Lawrence's “Lovely Lady” another book of miniatures. They are uniformly marvelous and unmistakably wrenceian and one called “The Rocking Horse Winner” is magnificent. time in OHN GALSWORTHY’S “One More River” is out and is his last book. It continues the fortunes of Dinny Cherrell to a happy ending; and, sadly sees out a Grand Old Man of Letters, one whose salty, clipped, intensely British style and smell and feel was good roast beef genius. But one feels, Galsworthy won't be dead as long as his books are there on the shelf near the elbow. And lest we forget, read he Last Roundup” again. It would be the nicest thing you could do in return for all Ring Lardner did for you —Tep Suane. comicbooks.com