New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1922-08-20

. BOOK, that 81. Paul was nor a pupil
Of Ausonious. The founder of the
Christian church wasn't, but St.
paulinius, also sometimes referred to
as st. Paul, who was pauiinus Pellmus,
a Roman knight and poet who was cons
. verted to Christianity and later
sainted, was Ausonions's favorite
pupil. To tell the truth,
though, when / encountered Dills
reference, / assumed. without consider
ing the chronology, that it was the bet
ter known st. Paul, else should not
. have closed the book at once and gone
through Ausonious looking for al
lusions to that st. Paul. Started
s'The Old House. translated from the
Hungarian OF C6cile Tormay. The
theme is similar to Poe's "The Fall of
the House of Usher; 1t depicts the
! slow decay of once rich and powerful
family. 1t promises we'll, despite it's
unrelieved short sentences, which !
J find bit fatiguing.
AUGUST IL
Advance copies Of books came In to-
, day, about which. because of release
!, dates. am obligated not to treat ut
length, but may say that in my opin-
ion more good books are scheduled for
fall publication than have appeared in
any single season during recent years.
Competition among the publishers viii
be keen, because on practically every
list there is at least one book which
is certain to create great popular in
. terest. Mrs. Wharton's "The Gnmpses
of the Moon" opened the season with
q phenomenal and continuous sale;
Mrs. Rinehart's Breaking Point" fol-
lowed Immediately afterward with that
i authors inveterate appeal to vast
audience; Mrs. Norris's Certain peo-
PIE of Importance comes out at the
end Of this month. A. s. M. Hutchin-
4 on September /, on the heels of a heat
\ ed controversy about the book in
England; Miss Villa Gather will give
US her first novel in three years, Gone
! of Ours" on September s, and Sinclair
Lewis's Rabbit" will be published on
September Is. Mrs. Frances Hodgson
Burnett has nropitatcd her eager au-
n dience with Robin; and Zane Grey,
iares Oliver Curwood, Ethel NJ. Dell.
g. M Hull, Rafael sabatini, Honore
Wills-e and e. Philips Oppenheim have
made provisions to recaite the appe-
titles of their voracious readers.
Among the other novels of the season
from which l expect to derive pleasure
IN reading are: "The Red Knight" by
Francis Brett Young; Babel" by John
Courncs; Trough Hown,' by Dorothy
Z Garfield; "The Altar Steps" by Ccmu-
ton Mackenzie; "The Quest" by Pic
ERroja; "The Judge" by Rebecca
West; Heartbeat" by Stacy Aumon-
Ter; Three Lovers," by Frank Swim
merton, end THE Red Shawl" by Jo-
whisper, ! think, without embarrassing
Alfred Harcourt, that "Babbitt" is
certain to be one of the great books
4 o. the year 1t il, | think immeasur-
ably, superior to "Main Street" and
feel certain that many who found the
latter novel either tedious or annoy
4 ing will find "Babbitt" thorough de-
4 light. 1t is as humane and humorous
as cartoon by Claire Briggs.
1t has pages Of rollicking sub
acid satire. The rather petulant
absent from this novel. There is
in its place Sympathetic irony ). !.
Miss Gather is, l believe, the one
woman of indubitable genius that we
, have. Mrs. Wharton seems to me IN
comparison to have only rich and
finely disciplined talent. Mrs Wharton
has cool intelligence, but Miss Gather
has energy and ecstasy. With zone of
Ours" she will, believe, come into
she has received hitherto
At lunch to-day with Seward
Collins and Edmund Wilson jr.
III met Lawton Mackan, whose
little barnyard fantasy, "Scrambled
: Eggs" is one of the neatest and best
5 sustained pieces of satire ever written
) by an American. He told me play
: wright was helping him make the skit
2 over for the theater. Then q terrible
/ ing subtitle, IA Play in Fowl Ian
e ruage." Although l tried to hide it
{ fron him, the awful thought flashed
/ through my mind; "The man who is
e guilty of such an atrocious pun cannot
l possibly have written that perfect bit
/ Of sardonic humor, Scrambled Eggs. :"
i Of course he did, but the pun, which
i seemed. to leave him we'll pleased with
himself, made me just little i'll.
! hope he repents of it. In the
: Vanity Fair" Office I overheard SEN
: tence which is SO completely charac-
teristic of Frank Crowninshield that
it serves as revelatory index of his
, subtitle, complex personality. A French
! artist was showing him some carica-
!, lures Of New York types Mr.. Crown
inshield was courteously, mildly i'm
! pressed The artist had depicted a
= fiashy Broadwayite wearing coat the
: shoulders of which curved upward
: sharply where they were joined to the
I sleeves. Mr.. Crowninshield pointed to
> the blemish. "C'est un peu exagere
: peut-ctre?" he solicited, with just the
! slightest rise in the infection of s'peut-
etre." That he should have used
> peut-ttre Z" instead of "non ?" or "n'est-
! ce-pas" was wholly in character with
, his reassuring air of false humility,
: OF delicately polite assumed Difference.
2 The current vanity Fair" by
: the way, contains an Extraordinary
/ portrait of Lytton Strachey 1t is per-
J, haps the most static portrait ! ever
saw; there is not moving line in it.
Strachey seems in state of suspended
animation, with his mask and its ac-
a cessories, beard, long hair and Vic
torian clothes, reminding one vaguely
of the shell of nautilus which has
a escaped elsewhere. "That is his ex-
: terror" is what the artist seems to say.
s You can see what goes on inside Of
e him only by reading his books"
al. Read an exceptionally good
r number of "The Double Dealer" to-
$ night. Itsis lively literary magazine
k published in New Orleans by a group
e of young people who are finding it
e an excellent medium for trying out
y their ideas, kicking up their heels
d artistically and giving expression to
S their ebulHent reactions to life. Sher-
/, wood Anderson told me he was fasci-
e mated by the way the magazine is run.
e Everybody in New Orleans" he said,