Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-09-06
~ IDA GILBERT MYERT
Sir Philip Gibbs Produces Another Volume-
The Book of Villon-Mo'e of the DOM
Bwue Short Stories-Autumn Fiction.

essence. the fun soc pages Of purpose, action
and outcome.
"one two. three. No, darling. like this
one two. three. Her first conscious mem
cries. The little loom. too warm in Summer
too cold In Winter. The big piano The man
The woman. The scales. Tho man. going away
every morning. returning in the evening. The
woman always there. The scales, too.
One. two. three. Mustn't stop. The man
might come in" There it is. That's the story.
The story of little Tanya, daughter Of the great
Serge Aleneff, musician and artist. The max
ing of an artist the building of a career elabo-
rates the theme. Complicates it, too, with youth
and beauty and love- With many loves. Now
we, waywise reading, may feel that Tanya Is
too unsophistcate, too innocent believing that
love Is really music, opening doors to her great
future. She Is unsophisticate, but not TOO"
Only that in the degree which her life with the
maSterful Serge Alleneff has imposed upon her.
Shut In with him and the mother. No doors
open to life and youth. More work, more scales.
more scales, more work. That is the way of 1t.
So when the door by accident opens and youth
stands outside, reckoning, Tanya responds.
This Is music" This Is my career as daughter
of Serge Alleneff" But gradually and finally
Tanya discovers that love Is not music. Move
than once does she have to agree with herself
that love Is a devourer, a consumer death TO
art destruction to herself. And the story ad-
vances with its lessons Of life for Tanya. Ad-
tainly in great beauty.
You have already OWNED the nature of that
inevitable ho0r," when Tanya. true artist.
having suffered and learned and given up more
than once more than twice, realizes that the
pattern Of her existence Is a different one.
That she must follow it, not the illusions and
decisions Of much Of life. This. to me- is a
story Of consistent projection from clearly
high inception The character work Is generally
admirable. In the case of Serge Anenen it is Of
outstanding artistry and excellence. As writing
It Is way above the average In beauty, as 1t Is
also novel In manner. No crudity no expert
mentation here. Rather finished work with
the artistic temperament as its field OF inven-
ton Suppose we have another novel from this
young woman before long-to see, among other
things she can do It again.
THE TRAVEL TALES OF MR. JOSEPH JOR-
KENS. BY Lord Dunsany, author OF The
Charwoman's Shadow etc. New York:
@. p. Putnam'S Sons.
AR JOSEPH JORKENS was collector Of
wi stories. picking them up as others OF the
same ilk rather other oddments from here and
there and everywhere. Mr.. Jorkens was a
great traveller. And the traveller fed the col
lector stuffng him to the neck with tales and
marvels and wonders. And this same Jorkens,
nomad and raconteur, was by way OF being
great liar also. The richest OF storytellers
through time and the world have been that.
Have had to be. Fact demands establishment
and adornings You find this truism every day
in your friends, in yourself even.
THAT reminds me-, said JorkenS. Ana
promptly chairs began to edge toward his own
chair, seemingly self-propelled. A queer look
from Jorkens, yet one that all seemed to know,
and a quiet rivalry sprang up to see who should
be first to subtly nod an order to the waiter.
Glasses tinkled one against another in COM
radely accord, in happy anticipation And
Jorkens was Off To that distant corner OF the
earth or maybe right in the London thorough
fare. But the trophy that he bore was OF
rarity which no one but Jorkens could spread
out to the full measure of its trickeries Of be-
havior or habit, to the clear sheen Of its clever
lure.
poems his Don Rodriguez" his Unhappy Far
on Things" and the rest. So you know just
what he would make of Mr.. Joseph Jorkens and
his yarns of the wide world. He does. Makes
of Jorkens just that joy of comrade. And
one falls to wishing that Lord DunSany had
time and will to come this way. SO many CT
us-indeed, all Of us-talk and talk and talk.
story? Never. An incident rounded to point
and color and fascination? Never. Not even
hardly ever" Just never. We are chatterers.
We are focks Of geese, all gabbling together
about nothing at all. If Lord Dunsany would
come this way!
THE BORDER TRAIL. BY Harold BtndloeS,
author OF "Rancher JIM" etc. New York
Frederick A. Stokes Co.
THE American stripe of literary adventurer IN
] the West has q new lease on life. The
Oregon Trail. California in 40, cattle range
and prairie ranch had dimmed shade In
graphic power Trail maker and miner,
gambler and gunman and cowboy, had come to
suggest In action, now and then, the inefncacy
Of the nat tire. Something needed to pep
them up.
Then along came prohibition. The reactions
4. Immediate and