Judge — September 1935 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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] : \ Judging the Books OBERT RYLE River” has what it takes. Craftily inserting a melodramatic story in the lush pants of poetry, this gifted young julep-hound has used all the contem- porary ingredients for excitement and sympathy and pulled out ahi He has done “Uncle Tom's Cabin” in mod- ern dress with a bow to Erskine Cald- well. Mixing a hot tall mamma, a trial by jury and an old-fashioned horse opera villain’ in white trash whiskers. If you know any more provocative (our word of the month) theme than the ones Master Rylee’s blended, let's hear from you. “Deep Dark 2 wronged coon F Gerald Bullett’s “The Jury” doesn’t | leave you limp, it doesn’t leave you yawning. With our usual passion for powerful analagous phrase-making, we'd call it Tiffany Thayer's “Thirteen Men” written by a wordless Dreiser, or, if you please, a solid, uninspired book written by an advertising man turned novelist. A bit redolent of the Grand Hotel man- ner, it is more consistently held together than the average Grand Hotel novel and much better thought out and executed in the psychology and the drama. We'd call it an all-round renting library book, probably written for just such purpose and succeeding amiably. What we have against it is that its leading folks are called Daphne and Roderick Strood. How could a book with such monickers ever be Galsworthy? “FTRHE Circus of Dr. Lao” by Cholly inney is so goofy we've just got to put it up to you. It reminded us of the late sainted Thorne Smith, the big fantasy and repression man from the suburbs. The circus consists of such al creatures as a satyr, Me- a sea serpent, and other examples of the D.T.’s of other days—a booze zoo, as ‘twere and headmanned by an ancient Chinese schols The idea's amusing and there are occasional flashes of hu- mor on the robust side. It’s goofy but not gooey. HIL STONG’S pulled up his gal- luses again and for the first time since “State dd has produced some- thing readable in “The Farmer in the Dell.” Maybe Vania to turn hand- springs over but yet a cool book, full of economic, humorous prose, about an Towa farmer who crashes Hollywood fame because he’s the only genuine bona fide character actor in movie history. ILL DURANT, still cashing in on the outline era, has produced “The Story of Civilization,” a small mat- ter of a thousand-odd pages and the first of a promised five vols. So look out for | the partner at dinner parties who starts spouting material culture, spirituality, the relation between Sumerian pottery and Post-Confucian morality. He's (or she’s) been poking his nose in our great knowledge popularizer’s pots of learning This first vol. dashes across a few mil- lion years of our Oriental heritage and doesn’t somehow mention a single laun- dry. We guess the book’ll be bought by millions and will collect more dust on guest-room tables than John Cowper Powys. inclair Lewis’ elected Short Sto: represent the literary Dizzy Dean's low water mark, and the fellow ought to know better. One or two may be worth while but you'll have to hunt them out yourself. ries” ARGUERITE BRENER'’S)} =mpty Arms” presents what they call a rental libr: problem: Are married couples driven apart because they’re childless? It is published by Macaulay's, starts seriously, and then about page 100 gets down to business and gets good and dirty. Stefan Lorant’s “I Was Hitler's Pris- oner” is typical Nazi horror stuff worth reading if you want to sadden yourself about Mad Dog land. In “The Supreme Law” old Blue- birds and Bees Maeterlinck gives the spiritual challenge sternly to Einstein, | Eddington, Jeans, and the big physical fellers. We hope the physical chaps aren't going to take Morrie’s attack ing down. Whataya say, fellers? is Maeterlinck’s a boudoir — spiritualist. He's a pushover. Up and at him! Horace Gregory’s “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They” is stark starkdom built. around a stark couple dancing arkly among other stark couples at a k horror called a Walkathon. It'll take the stark right out of you to read it. SO the month has a book of iodo- formula hospital reminiscences of a young nurse; a dish of gunk called “The Passion Expert”; one about a har- lot, even trashier than Jim Tully's “Ladies of the Parlor”; some youthful reminiscences of the broken rock school | of writing; several called “Trigger Jus- tice”: or “Hell on the Pecos,” another reprint of “La Bas’; a Van Doren an- thology of World Prose; and a mysteri ous thing called “The Unkissed Bride,” evidently a book of economics. goes to show the New Deal’s over and we're getting back to normal, folks. d Shane. ce, September, 1935. Volume 109, Whole No. 2682, Published monthly by Jadge Magazine ine. “Publication office, 404 North Wesley Ave. Mount Mortis, Ill. Editorial and executive eine 18 East 48th St, New York, N. at Mount. Morris, Ill, under act of March 3. Britain; Subserip rate $1.50 a year; Canada dent and Treasurer; ef. Particular attenti 1879, Jack Shuttleworth, Vice President: ntered as Second-Class Matter, July 26, 1933, at the Post Office 5, ighted 195 and foreign, $2.50; Frank C in the U. 1Se a ¢ Fisher, is called to the fact that ever S. and Fred article’ and picture appearing in Juvce is protected under the provisions of Section 3 of the Copyright Law of the U. 1 Which | | WATCH YOUR STEP! |ATHLETE’S FOOT isn’t as deadly as the GILA MONSTER... but it’s a thousand times more widespread @ Although horrible to look at, the gila monster has some of the beauty of excellent beadwork. But there is nothing lovely about tinea trichophyton (the fungus which causes Athlete’s Foot). 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