The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1901-08-11

tion and thorough study-and mayer S,~,,a
a book without such study-it IL oplte nos.
s'nie 10 retivify a certain period Reside.
as matter Of fact. none az The oan,nr,os
IS dead; II is possible 10 and anv ~ -
~" III nioom right here In England today.
sAnu y worth while writing historical
novels u only Tor the sake Of showing that
human nature is not always the same in all
centuries, as people assume. human nature
mas changed with the passing Of time
still ! maintain that It is at best only
tour de force, the writing Of an histori.
cal novel, something learned. And YOU
know this was the conclusion reached hy
Baizac after writing his 'Catharine de
Medecis'
Perhaps You are right" repned the
novelist. who was not realty convinced.
nut whose imagination is sufficiently aex-
iDie to allow him to understand an opposed
point OF view. wondered later. In view
OF remark of my host in regird 10 Kin.
ling. what would have Deen the latter's
attitude 10 the face Of interIocntory aisa
gieement
Much of Klpllng's sp-cai,ed universal.
ity," he said, is spcclous, superficial. lie
Is really much more .n1cxihle mentally
than people give him credit for that Ia
his thoughts move in certain nxed. unal
terable channels. Moreover. 1t is quite pos
slble to argue him into corner could
nave done so on one occasion worse than
ala, had / cared TO push my adyan-
tage."
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AS was inevitable. conversation turned
ufcr the drama. upon which Mr.. Zangwlil
has expended much time both as critic
aud creator. He is thoroughly familiar.
found, not only with the stage of Eng.
land and America, bu, also with that OF
france and Germany to the latter Of
which, like all thoughtful men Of the time
he looks as the harbinger OF new, reyivi-
flying movement
'Hauptmann," be said. 81 consider the
erentest man writing ,or the stage In any
country NJ present. rhjnk 81 the versatility
that has given us Die WeAer' and Fnbr
mann Henscher and Die versunkene
Glocke.' have always cherished The ilu.
sion That the actor Is the parasite of the
playwright, not the reverse. but in Eng.
lard the opinion Is that the playwright is
the parasite Of the actor--ls dependent on
nm. An, Mr. Fang Will certain actor
once SAID to me, you are The man. you
can write for me the drama or ms life"
But, my dear sir. replied, I don't want
to write the drama Of your life want to
write the drama of my 'ife' Moreover. in
England and America you can handle
certain class Of motives only IN condi-
tion that you do so with smjrk: any
thing is allowable in hat case. When
arrived in New York Zaza' and The
ROup1prSf 81.
bod-faced. vu1nr pieces 1t IS ImpossiblS
to imagine. Things that are or color are
supposed to have at least the merit OF be
ing amusing, but such dreary two hours
and half as that of The Roundcrs' could
hardly be arranged TO order. It ls Inter
esting to note in Zaza how the ribs Of
the original piece show through at places,
although no critic noticed It ut the time
for instance, In the last act, when Haza
mas reformed and become laulahlv yirtu.
Que. one of the urchias outsi lie the cafe
chantant forgets and says to the other in
regard to the hero. who has RETURNED to
Paris; I wonder whether he's goin' ont
with her tonight
There" said my host. rising. "ycr
couldn't have talked in he easy flsh,on
with Kipling as you have with me. 1h6ts
what mean by his mind NOT being acart.
able. Come downstairs. wqnt TO intro.
duce you to my brother, who writes nder
the initials n. H. Do you know his nov
ELI No? Well. you should read It: It IS
an absolutely true picture Of certain
phase of London life, the Kind Of thing
we have been talking about; hut that is
not what people want, the book has had
only a moderate sale"
We were unfortunately unable to find
N. H." so Mr.. zangwill kindly volun.
teered to see me safely started on my way
n the pall-like fog which had settled 1
-reacherously down upon the city, render.
Ing the delightfully."- uncertain directions
of obliging natives as to path finding even
more confusing The last that 1 saw of my
iost was his retreatlng back. looming
like in the deceptive fog,
which drew him into its silent depths and
oiled its oblitcrating waves between us.
81 have great hopes for America" were
lis parting words. not meant, am sure,
is a balm to my wounded patriotism, but
IN expression of good feeling which culti I
waited Engllshmen entertain toward our
whlom colonies.