Edith Wharton, author of *Twilight Sleep*.

epitomized by the wrinkle-less, efficient Pauline Manford, and the various members of her family and those of her husband and ex-husband.

The single foil in this group is Nona, daughter of Pauline's second and more nearly successful marriage, who succeeds in being more like a rock than a girl, in spite of her sensitivity to and consequent disapproval of what is going on all about her.

Nona's conclusion regarding her life pattern, which is that of her relatives and her relatives' relatives, is the final biting irony of the book.

After years of paid-for self-delusion, each of these people has been projected for on hour against reality, and each has stepped back in dignified blindness and taken, instand, a trip to Europe or Egypt. Just before Pauline draws on her veil, she demonstrates once more her total defection from reality by wishing, to Nona, that the latter would find a man to marry.

"Married? Do you suppose being married would make me happy? I'd a thousand times rather go into a convent and have done with it."

When her mother, through the contradictions and accommodations to which her conscience has become accustomed from much stretching,

shows horror, the girl adds bitterly:

"Oh, but I mean a convent where nobody believes in anything."

Mrs. Wharton's style, as always, is irreproachable. Her every line is perfectly turned, her every situation fully developed to its finest possibilities, with a nuance slipped over or never a bit of shading underpigmented.
H. P. C.

### NEW YORK SOCIETY—TODAY.

Twilight Sleep. By Edith Wharton.
Published by D. Appleton & Co.,
New York; $2.50.

The irony and satiric brilliance that is eminently Edith Wharton's has never been more thoroughly displayed than in this latest novel of present New York society, whose members, in their avoidance of pain, either physical or mental, attain an almost comitose state of mind very like the twilight sleep of their bodies in the hearing of their batteries.

This novel does for the present dwellers of 5th Ave. what Mrs. Wharton's earlier novel, The Age of Innocence, did by way of illuminating the life of the socially elite in the Manhattan of a former age.

Except that in this latter book the brilliance is cold, brittle, highly polished gray. To its bitterly ironic last sentence, it is written in a not too pleasant monotone, unbroken even in the denouement whose elements are clearly those of melodrama—a melodrama handled with such ultra-refinement of method as to be almost indiscernible.

This picture, etched so knowingly in spite of the few false colloquialisms indicative of the author's long residence in Europe, is of men, women and youths enmeshed in the demands of engagement books, altruisistic endeavors, equally exhausting and futile, and the keeping up of family solidarity which make a treadmill of the elements commonly supposed to give color to the life of the rich. It is of a coterie in whose scheme of things marriage is for prestige, love for jaded nerves, and money for mental lassitude,

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Novels.

"Twilight Sleep," by Edith Wharton (Appleton. 7s. 6d.), is a trenchant study of New York social life in a well-to-do circle, whose members mostly persist in shutting their eyes to the hard, painful and ugly side of life. Some of them have their eyes opened, but Mrs. Mansford, the supreme ostrich—whose personality is a veritable masterpiece of characterisation—is allowed to preserve her blissful myopia to the end.

## BOOKS WORTH READING

Novels by Edith Wharton and Andrew Soutar—A Modern Heroine

Twilight Sleep.—By Edith Wharton (Appleton: 7s. 6d.). The title of this book is somewhat misleading, and yet it is very apt, for it deals with that species of fear of responsibility and of effort which keeps the wealthy men and women of New York in a perpetual "twilight sleep." Mrs Wharton is always brilliant, and her characterisation is excellent; and in this story she shows how a crisis, which brings her people face to face with reality, can awaken minds that have become enervated by too much luxury.

Destiny and Mrs. Manford

Edith Wharton Achieves a Supreme Portrait of a Com-
placent Woman in Her Significant New
Novel, "Twilight Sleep"

TWILIGHT ASLEEP. By Edith
Wharton. New York: D. Apple-
ton & Co. Pp. 373, 12mo. $2.50.

THERE is a cool irony in
Mrs. Wharton's presenta-
tion in her most recent
novel of the busy, efficient
day of Mrs. Manford.
Systematized to the last degree,
briskly modern, competently social,
painstakingly cultured, carefully beau-
tifiue, determinedly in tune with all
civic and sociological movements of
importance, Mrs. Manford saw herself
as an important factor in the life of
the world. She pictured herself as a
wide-awake modern matron living at
the height of noonday activity.

Mrs. Wharton sees her as living 'in
the midst of unrealties, soothed by her
own complacency into a sort of twilight
sleep. There is nothing farcical or ex-
aggerated in the picture. Mrs. Whar-
ton is far from being amused at Mrs.
Manford's expense. Sne merely sees
her as she is, and shows her to the
reader, serene and assured, living on
the brink of tragedy with a contended
smile.

Tragedy is not for well-regulated, so-
phisticated modern households. Mrs.
Manford maintained suavely, and even
when Mr. Manford fell in love with a
member of his own household, when
murder was attempted and a spiritual
chaos reignited, she remained smilingly
confident in herself and in the general
security of things. Everything in the
disaster was under cover. She was not
actually on the scene of any calamity
so she really did not need to believe
anything which distressed her.

After the devastating night when the
life of an ordinary wife would have

been quite shattered, Mrs. Manford
picks up her day's activities and goes
serenely on. Her day is so regulated
there is no time for disturbance or dis-
cord. When her tortured daughter
Nona, unable to realize her serenity,
begs her not to worry, she says "Of
myself worry. You know how I feel
myself worry. You know how I feel
about that. And besides" adds Mr.
Manford victoriously, what in the
world is there to worry about?"

Mrs. Manford's carefully tabulated
day, arranged by her samirring secretary
on a tall morocco framed slate left no
place for brooding on the fate of her
household. The book opens with Mrs.
Manford's morning dedicated in this
manner: "7:30 Mental Uplift, 7:45
Breakfast, 8:00. Psycho-analysts, 8:15
See Cook, 8:30 Silent Meditation, 8:45
Facial Massage, 9:00 Man with Persian
Miniatures, 9:10 Correspondence, 9:30
Manicure, 9:45 Eurythmic exercises,
10:00 Hair waved, 10:15 Sit for bust,
10:30 Receive Mother's Day deposition,
10:30 Receive Mother's Day deputation,
11:00 Dancing lesson, 1:30 Birth con-
trol Meeting." The novel closes with
Mrs. Manford booted and spurred for a
gracious, composed visit to Europe, no
rush, no worry, every minute washed
and brushed and manicured for its ap-
pointed destiny. All the incident and
movement of the intervening weeks
have left Mrs. Manford untouched. She
talked serenity and calmness and had
schooled herself to a hair-unconscious
youth, so that she was so if one said
belief "that a thing was so if one said
it was, and doubly so if one wrote it
down."

Mrs. Wharton in all her distinguished
career has done no clearer portrait-
than Mrs. Manford. "Twilight Asleep."
even without the riches of a subtly
sketched action and easy diction which
decorate it, would be still a novel of
distinct value from that one portrait.
Mrs. Manford is a triumph.

M. P. H.

Country Life

20 Tavistock Street, London, W.C.

- 9 JULY 1927

Twilight Sleep, by Edith Wharton. (Appleton, 7s. 6d.)

MRS. WHARTON'S sense of period carries her as surely through the Fifth Avenue of her own American day as through all the other New Yorks from the 'forties onwards; but the characters in *Twilight Sleep* are types, rather than human beings. Pauline Manford, with her packed days, her empty, helpless heart, her ridiculous support both of Mothers' Leagues and Birth Control organisations (which result in her getting her two speeches mixed), represents the futile busy-ness of wealthy, feminine middle age; Nona, her nineteen year old daughter, and Lita, her daughter-in-law, are types of the cynical sophistication of wealthy, feminine youth, though the one has a heart and a conscience the other is unhampered by either. These three figures are brilliantly done, but they are pictures, not persons; and the same thing applies, in greater degree, to the men in the book. Nona, with her unhappy love, comes nearest to life; but at one point her love is described in a simile so jarring that it astonishes us to find it passed by such an accomplished artist. For, of course, there is no need to say that Mrs. Wharton is accomplished. There is wit in the book, acute observation, subtle analysis, irony, distinguished expression. Only, somehow, this time, the whole thing misses the breath of life. It is just not satisfying—like the title, which is used symbolically to indicate the modern determination to escape all suffering, physical, mental and spiritual.

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"Twilight Sleep."

Twilight Sleep is the title chosen by
Mrs. Wharton for her faithful and bril-
liant portrait of New York society
(Appletons). The group of people
painted here lead what to us would seem
almost incredible lives. Divorce is a
light matter depending almost on a mood
of boredom. Sin and sorrow and tragedy
are hidden; there is a cult of "Twilight
Sleep," otherwise a frame of mind which
steadily ignores realities, and deludes it-
self pleasingly. It is a sad picture, most
skilfully drawn by a practised hand, and
may very usefully be read by those who
want to understand a certain American
view-point.

Twilight Sleep." By Edith Wharton.

(London: Appleton. 7s 6d.)

Miss Wharton is such an accomplished
authoress that a new book from her pen
demands attention. This new novel will
add to her well-earned laurels. It is a
splendid work, dealing in satirical fashion
with a group of characters living a life of
trivialities, with no ideas or ideals in their
heads beyond a desire for "something
new," determined at all costs to reduce
discomfort or pain to its minimum. Hence
the title.

Her Mrs Manford is a typical character.
Here is her programme for a day. "7.30,
mental uplift; 7.45, breakfast; 8, psycho-
analYSIS. 8.15, see cook; 8.30, silent medi-
tation; 8.45, facial massage," and so on
until 11 when there is a dancing lesson,
followed by a Birth Control Committee.
This is the type of woman who falls an
easy prey to cranks and frauds, and it is
no wonder we find in the book a Mahatma,
a semi-religious humbug, who causes much
trouble and heart-burning. The daughter-
in-law, Lita, is another finely-drawn por-
trait, empty of character, unless a con-
tinual craving for excitement be so
described, and the novel is largely con-
cerned with her life and feelings. If this
is a true picture of New York Society—
and it reads like it—it is a sad book, for it
reveals a world where nobody believes in
anything, a state of froth and bubble and
excitement with nothing really solid be-
hind it.

As a novel it is a brilliant success. Mrs
Wharton does not preach. She has written
a book full of brilliant literary power, full
of character-drawing that rings true, a book
that is alive and powerful, a book which
will doubtless be one of the successes of the
season.

# Life a "Twilight Sleep"?

## Edith Wharton's Subtle Challenge

IS life made too comfortable for us? That is a question which many serious-minded people are asking themselves. Is it possible that pain and suffering play too small a part in our world, that we live in a kind of twilight sleep from birth to death? Mrs. Edith Wharton, whose work I have always held to be one of the most remarkable contributions to the thought of modern America, puts forward this view in her latest novel, "Twilight Sleep" (Appleton, 7s. 6d.), a book which, for delicacy of emotional perception and subtlety of understanding, I have rarely seen rivalled.

Edith Wharton

### SELF-DECEPTION

Mrs. Wharton takes a group of society people—the kind of people who entertain lavishly and figure largely in the New York journals—and shows us the inmost workings of their hearts, their self-deceptions, their terror of pain, their frantic, pathetic efforts at avoidance of all reality. There is Pauline Manford, now, an erect athletic woman, small—featured, with carefully waved hair and carefully massaged face—the perfect hostess, perfect wife, perfect mother. Pauline is, in fact, too perfect. That unshakable composure (gained by regular massage and regular treatment from faith-healers and quacks of every kind) is a shade too assured, that bright cheerful manner a shade too optimistic. Her day—is mapped out for her, every minute of it; her indefatigable secretary bars the door of her boudoir to her own daughter because there is not a minute to spare. How can she possibly stop to see Nona when the Birth Control Committee is waiting for her, to be followed by the Maternity Committee? And so Pauline hastens through life with bright unseeing eyes, looking neither at the pain on the right nor at the peril on the left.

### MASKS AND FACES

Nona alone among her set has a conception of suffering. Looking round at her family, she sometimes experiences a vague disquietude, as if the world were not so easily dealt with, after all. There is her half-brother, Jim, now (for Pauline Manford had divorced Arthur Wyant, her first husband); sturdy, tawny Jim, "with his bright blue eyes and short blunt-nosed face, in which everything was so handsomely modelled and yet so safe and sober"—is all well between Jim and his wife Lita, that dangerously beautiful creature with the goldfish-coloured hair? Nona is not quite sure; nor is Arthur Wyant, Jim's father, quite sure either. Nona loves him, too, and is distressed to see him drinking so hard and growing so frail and uncertain.

Her own father, Dexter Manford, sitting at the head of his wife's brilliant dinner-table, has the face of a death-mask, "as if he'd done with everything, once for all," thinks Nona. Is there—no, it is not possible—but is there something between him and Lita, his stepson's wife? And Dexter in his own heart thinks for a moment of the life he might have had doing things, using his body and his mind, instead of this perpetual round of dinner-parties and entertainments.

But only for a moment. Whatever may lie behind the masks of all these people, their faces haggard, sombre or smiling, not one of them but will avoid to the last gasp that encounter with reality which awaits us all.

### THE SUDDEN WAKING

Except, of course, Nona. Nona has her own sorrows—her love for Stanley Heusten, married to a Puritan who will not divorce him. And when at last Stanley in despair runs away with Cleo Merrick, Nona will not take the easy course and call him back to her. His wife offers to divorce him at last if Nona will save him from the other woman. But Nona refuses. Cleo Merrick has had the courage to make the sacrifice she herself would not make; "even if I've been a coward that's no reason why I should be a cad," says Nona. And so her chance of happiness is gone, gone in a flash. But she has faced reality; she has come out of her twilight sleep; and in the agonized light of suffering she watches the somnolent gestures of those around her.

### THE CATASTROPHE

Somnolent, yes, in their velvet sleep; but soon to be awakened. The crisis comes, then the catastrophe. Manford is swept into the vortex of Lita's passions; he secretly becomes her lover. And Arthur Wyant, Jim's father, his suspicions aroused, his nerves shattered by drink, suddenly steps in. Jim will do nothing to defend the honour of which Wyant talks so much; then Wyant must act. He creeps at night into Lita's room. Does he surprise Dexter with her? We suspect so; but the only certain thing in the mêlée is that it is Nona who gets shot, and not Lita or Dexter. And Nona, heroic Nona, clings to a perfectly plausible tale. It was all an accident—a burglary. She and Dexter had rushed in at Lita's scream—that was all; there was no reason for the world to suspect a scandal.

### LOVE AND REALITY

But the mask has been snatched from the face of things for once; it will never be quite the same again. Arthur Wyant goes to Canada; Pauline and Dexter leave home together for a long tour; Jim and Lita, too, are going to Paris together. Outwardly, everything has resumed its normal flow; and if for a moment Pauline was shaken out of her trust in the Good and the Beautiful, the emotion was not permanent. She has returned to her twilight sleep. But between Nona and her father there is a fresh reality. She knows, and he knows; and it is better so. The world has the certainty of this love and loyalty, after all.

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25 JUNE 1927

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### Public Opinion

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10 JUNE 1927

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### "TWILIGHT SLEEP"

"IN Twilight Sleep" Mrs. Wharton has written a novel of present-day New York. At times one is aware of the fact that the author has done part of her work, if not all of it, out of immediate contact with place and people," writes Mr. Percy A. Hutchison in the *New York Times Book Review*.

"Edith Wharton has perhaps never told a tale with equal refinement of method. The story is verily a startling one; but it is told with such reticence, with so many withholdings, with implication everywhere taking the place of direct statement, direct presentation, that not until the book has been finished and laid aside is the reader fully conscious of the tragedy which has been played out before him.

"And this is realism of a most subtle sort, for not until the catastrophe has come and passed do the persons of the story perceive the precipice along which they walked and over which they have all pitched, some of them to receive hurts from which they will never wholly recover. Hence the title; Mrs. Wharton's characters, lulled by the security which comes of wealth and social position, or from false ideas of freedom, are semi-somnambulists; they are in a sort of 'twilight' sleep.

"Mrs. Wharton has ever been capable of an irony far from dull; but seldom has she whetted it to such sharpness as in the present book. *Twilight Sleep* abounds in passages of infinite delight."

Mrs. Wharton's book, *Twilight Sleep*, has just been published in this country by Messrs. Appleton at 7s. 6d. net.

### Daily News

19-22 Bouverie Street, E.C.4.

#### Mrs. Wharton's New Novel.

In her earlier books, such as "The Age of Innocence" and "Old New York," Mrs. Edith Wharton recreated the New York society of other days. Now in her newest novel, "Twilight Sleep," which Messrs. Appleton are to publish, she is to give us a picture of the present dwellers along Fifth Avenue—"a generation of tremendous wealth and cloying luxury, of frequent divorce and complicated relationships."

Too Much Money!

EDITH WHARTON'S STUDY OF A RICH LADY OF NEW YORK.

As in "Skin-
Deep" Miss
Naomi Royde-
Smith studied
a society
butterfly's
struggles to
preserve her
beauty through
middle-age,
so in "Twi-
light Sleep"
(Appleton,
7s. 6d.) Mrs.
Edith Wharton
dissects the
mentality of a
rich lady of
New York who,

with unlimited cash to act as an absorber of
life's shocks, lives an empty life under the im-
pression that she is up to the ears in work,
"good causes," and uplift generally. It is
a rather more trivial study than we expect
from Mrs. Wharton, and it will be more
enjoyed for its humours than for its in-
volved and not particularly gripping plot.

Edith Wharton.

A busy life.

This was how Pauline Manford spent her
day; it is from a page of the engagement-
book kept by her overworked secretary :—

7.30. Mental uplift. 7.45. Breakfast.
8. Psycho-analysis. 8.15. See cook. 8.30.
Silent Meditation. 8.45. Facial Massage. 9.
Man with Persian miniatures. 9.15. Corre-
spondence. 9.30. Manicure. 9.45. Eurythmie
exercises. 10. Hair waved. 10.15. Sit for bust.
10.30. Receive Mothers' Day deputation. 11.
Dancing lesson. 11.30. Birth Control committee
at Mrs. —

Mrs. Manford, you see, had so much time
and money on her hands. She was a pos-
sessor. She had a divorced husband, Arthur
Wyant, and by him a son, Jim. She had a
second husband, Dexter Manford, and by
him a clever daughter, Nona. She lacked
nothing—nothing but usefulness.

But if Mrs. Manford had her crowding
engagements, the young people had their
troubles. Jim Wyant had in Lita a beautiful,
lazy, non-moral wife, the integrity of whose
love for him was at least questionable. As
for Nona, she quietly suffered a hopeless
passion for a married cousin. But she did
not thrust it on the family. Lita, film-
struck, was the chief source of bother to
her in-laws.

Healing by faith.

The whole point of Mrs. Manford's
existence, however, was the avoidance of
trouble. If she couldn't buy if off, she
could go to a "healer," such as the Mahatma.

Yes; certainly she believed in the
"Mahatma." She had every reason to. Stand-
ing before the tall threefold mirror in her
dressing-room, she glanced into the huge
bathroom beyond—which looked like a bio-
logical laboratory, with its white tiles, polished
pipes, weighing machines, mysterious appli-
ances for douches, gymnastics, and "physical
culture"—and recalled with gratitude that it
was certainly those eurythmic exercises of the
Mahatma's ("holy ecstasy," he called them)
which had reduced her hips after everything
else had failed. And this gratitude for the re-
duction of her hips was exactly on the same
plane, in her neat card-catalogued mind, with
her enthusiastic faith in his wonderful mystical
teachings about Self-Annihilation, Anterior

Existence, and Astral Affinities . . . all so
incomprehensible and so pure.

There were other healers—Alvah Loft,
for instance, "who simply took out your
frustrations as if they'd been adenoids";
and Sacha Gobine, the Scientific Initiate.
He went in for "soul-unveiling" and
"direct contact with the Soul of the In-
visible."

But these were the Mahatma's successors.
The Mahatma simply had to be superseded.
It emerged that the proceedings at his
retreat, Dawnside, were not always con-
cerned with the Higher Thought, but some-
times with the baser flesh. Friends of the
Manfords found that a daughter of theirs
had figured in certain free-and-easy spec-
tacles in the Mahatma's house, and they
employed Dexter Manford, a lawyer as well
as husband of Mrs. Manford, to conduct an
investigation. The newspapers of New York
were not slow to scent an "exposure."
Photographs began to appear.

Lita in the foreground.

Dexter Manford at first ignored his wife's
entreties to spare the Mahatma, but one
day he saw one of these photographs :—

He scrutinized the picture, shrugged away his
disgusted recognition of Bee Lindon, looked
again and straightened his eye-glasses on his
nose to be doubly sure—the lawyer's instinct
of accuracy prevailing over a furious inward
tremor.

He had seen what Arthur Wyant had
already described :—

The nigger himself, in turban and ritual
togs; and a lot of mixed nudes doing leg-
work round a patio. The place looks like a
Palm Beach Hotel.

The point being that the daughter-in-
law, Lita, was one of the "mixed nudes"
thus given notoriety by the pictorial press.

So the saving of Lita became the family's
main concern. It was not easy. She had a
half-promise from Klawhammer, the film
magnate, of a star part in the film, "Hero-
dias." And when they tried to reason with
her about the sordidity of divorce, she was
disconcertingly frank :—

"But it's Jim's own fault. Heaps of other
girls would jump at him if he was free. And
if I'm bored, what's the use of trying to keep
me? What on earth can we do about it, either
of us? You can't take out an insurance against
boredom."

She wanted "a new deal, that's all."
And all Mrs. Manford's money could not
give her that.

A god out of the car.

It is just in this respect that Mrs.
Wharton's argument seems to break down.
For it is not the "Twilight Sleep" of
wealth and confidence that in the end saves
a break between Jim and Lita, but a mad
act on the part of Arthur Wyant, the
drunken, lazy *divorecé*, whose one large
passion in life is to save his son pain. He
becomes then *deus ex machina*; and only
after his attempt to shoot Lita can money
step in again to smooth out the family
troubles and leave Mrs. Manford facing the
future of her trifling life with renewed
confidence.

As before—the tale has not all the vitality
and dignity we expect of Mrs. Wharton.
But its fun and satire are good, and Mrs.
Wharton's worst is so much better than
most novelists' best.
COLOPHON.

JOHN O' LONDON'S WEEKLY.

JULY 2, 1927.

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Riches

TWILIGHT SLEEP. By Edith Wharton.

London: Appleton, 7s 6d net.

Mrs. Edith Wharton yields in this
novel to the prevailing impulse to write
about a world she despises, shedding the
searchlight of her own clearer vision on
the cherished illusions of a small group
of New York's wealthiest citizens. At the
head of the family of Manford, and con-
trolling the purse-strings, is Pauline, the
nillionaires. Pauline is a good, credulous,
ituitively futile, restlessly occupied society
woman, who believes devoutly in her
lities to her fortune, her family, and
her New York friends. She imagines that
she is leading a thoroughly landable and
beneficent sort of life, but her existence
in reality is quite motiveless, and is
founded on sentimental illusions. Her
husband is a middle-aged cynic, who
makes love to the wife of his own wife's
son. This young woman, Lita, is a
fascinating little animal, a creature of
instinct and emotion devoid of heart and
brain. Her young husband, Jim Wyant,
and Nona Manford, his half-sister—
Pauline's daughter by her second marriage
—are the only sound and genuinely
pleasing characters in the book. Both of
them are sacrificed to the selfish, socially
immoral influences of their surroundings.

The novelist has created in Pauline
Manford a woman of individual per-
sonality, who is at the same time an
expressive example of her class. She is
equally successful with the minor por-
traits of Lita and Nona, but her story
shares, ever so slightly, in the anaemic
nature of its theme. These rich New
Yorkers, cut off by their wealth from
contact with the simpler and finer aspects
of life, drugged and stupified by the bore-
dom of unlimited ease, seem to possess
everything except their own souls. And
Mrs. Wharton is only at her best when
she writes about men and women who
have sound brains and warm hearts,
natures capable of living and suffering
greatly. This exact and brilliant diagnosis
of the deadly disease of riches is a piece
of remarkable social criticism, but it
lacks the zest and the intensity that Mrs.
Wharton can bring to a more intimate
and nobler theme.
C. V. C.

Telephone: CITY 4963.

Queen

Breams Buildings, Chancery Lane, W.C.

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THE QUEEN

WEALTH AND MODERN WOMEN

The Week's Books in Verse and Prose

"The Woman Who Stole Everything, and other Stories."
By Arnold Bennett. (Cassell; 7/6.)

"Twilight Sleep." By Edith Wharton. (Appleton; 7/6.)

"Fiesta." By Ernest Hemingway. (Cape; 7/6.)

"The Season Made for Joy." By Barbara Blackburn. (Secker; 7/6.)

"Folly's Handbook." By Mary Agnes Hamilton. (Cape; 7/6.)

A MONTH or so ago a young man confided to me in a whisper (to this day I do not know why he came to me) that Mr. Michael Arlen had repented of his ways. Perhaps I should add that what he really meant to say was that Mr. Arlen had repented of his characters' ways. A few days later I read in a London evening newspaper a criticism of Mr. Arlen's newest romance, "Young Men in Love," which bore out my young friend's remarks, that Mr. Arlen no longer saw the bloom on the roses in Berkeley Square, and that where he had once seen silks and champagne he now saw sackcloth and flat lemonade.

It is a trifle disconcerting, this discovery of the worm in the heart of the rose. Chamfort, La Rochefoucauld, Rousseau, Henry Thoreau all made it, and now we have Mr. Arlen and fast on his trail Mr. Arnold Bennett, Mrs. Edith Wharton and Mr. Ernest Hemingway. Mr. Bennett, in spite of his realism, one has up till now put on a shelf among the great romantics of our time. Who but a romantic could have conjured *The Card* out of his sleeve, who but a romantic of romantics could have crowned in such a blaze of glory *The Regent*? And now comes Mr. Bennett with *The Woman Who Stole Everything*, a piece of thin-edged cynicism about wealth and modern women, a clever piece of satire that is so clever that it will a nurse most people and hurt no one, for, like the crystal chandelier and the best satire, it is constructed so that everyone may take a different view of it.

Mr. Bennett writes in this new volume of short stories with the slickness of the great conjurer. It is a tribute to his art to say that never for once, not even in the slightest of these tales—and one or two of them are unusually slight for Mr. Bennett—does one feel that he is condescending, that he has his tongue in his cheek. On the other hand, one never feels, as one felt in *The Old Wives' Tale* or in *Clayhanger*, that Mr. Bennett is straining with all his might to extract the last ounce out of his subject. There are epigrams and phrases, to be sure, but they all seem to flow from their author's pen with the ease

with which Oscar Wilde's ready-to-wear witticisms are said to have emerged and fluttered before the guests at a dinner-party.

Mr. Bennett is ruthless. This is how he describes Cora Ussher, "the woman who stole everything":

"One knee was crossed over the other and both were showing. Sturdy, graceful calves, comely ankles, a glimpse of powerful thighs; small feet, most fashionably sheathed; bare arms which matched the calves; hands long, but too narrow, with pointed, dyed nails and a few rings on the thin fingers. Brown hair mechanically waved."

Again we read of her:

... "the small mouth had the appearance of

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a wound half-healed. Every visible part of her epidermis, except perhaps on the nape of her neck, had been cosmetically treated, changed, transformed in the intention to beautify."

YOU will have surmised something of Cora's nature from Mr. Bennett's picture of her. She spent her nights at the Legation Club, dancing with her sleepy-headed young husband, who very properly itched for bed as soon as midnight struck, for had he not, as the youngest partner, to be at his office at nine in the morning? She had only three servants, so that entertaining was almost out of the question for her. She saw her husband only in the evenings, after she had lunched at her club, and had spent an afternoon at bridge or the pictures. She adored first nights.

And so, for Cora, life began to be a bit of a bore. She had no intention of being unfaithful to her husband, and yet somehow—well, perhaps it wasn't altogether wicked of her to have an admirer on a leash. The only fault was, perhaps, the admirer, a forty-year-old with a not too clean record behind him. Still, he had the reputation of being the best driver of an automobile in London and he adored Cora with the adoration that is known only to the domestic animals in the pictures of Sir Edwin Landseer. The crash came when she motored down with her admirer to Uncle Henry's one week-end in the belief that Uncle Henry was away from home, and Uncle Henry wasn't away from home at all.

Mr. Bennett's skill is shown in the conversation in which Uncle Henry draws from Cora the full story of what she imagines to be her unhappy married life. Here is irony with a fine point. How well it would sound on the stage! Mr. Bennett, indeed, handles the scene almost as well as Uncle Henry, who so manœuvres his points and arguments that, although there is a lover still in the undergrowth, he unites a couple that a few hours before have been heading for the divorce-court. But how long, one asks, will

such a reconciliation last? Mr. Bennett is too wise to do anything but hold his tongue.

The remaining stories in the volume have in turn wit, irony, pathos, and a somewhat harsh kind of humour that is Mr. Bennett's own. Perhaps the best and the most human of them is *A Place in Venice*, in which the tragedy, although it takes place off-stage and is only hinted at, is almost too harrowing for words.

HOW different the characters in Mrs. Edith Wharton's *Twilight Sleep* from those in her *Old New York!* Even Mrs. Wharton has turned and has begun to lay about her, scourging idleness, useless wealth, and the velleities of New York's idle rich. *Twilight Sleep* is a masterpiece of satire. It is even more effective than Mr. Bennett's, for one never has the feeling of there being italics to guide one, nor sudden dramatic climax to heighten one's impression of tragedy. We first get a glimpse of Mrs. Wharton's central figure, Mrs. Manford, a famous New York hostess, through her appointment list. It tells us almost all we need to know about her: "7.30—Mental uplift. 7.45—Breakfast. 8—Psycho-analysis. 8.15—See cook. 8.30—Silent Meditation. 8.45—Facial Massage. 9.—Man with Persian Miniatures. 9.15—Correspondence. 9.30—Manicure. 9.45—Eurythmic exercises. 10—Hair waved. 10.15—Sit for bust. 10.30—Receive Mothers Day deputation. 11—Dancing lesson. 11.30—Birth Control committee at Mrs. —" and so on.

Mrs. Wharton, unlike Mr. Bennett, who has somehow the air of being the impressario of wealth and luxury, writes of the *haut-monde* in the manner of one who is accustomed to riches and good living. She is not at pains to tell you of a drawing-room that it is Louis Seize or of a table that it is genuine Hepplewhite. And there is no flavour of nastiness in her story although it is thick with nasty characters. They lead a curious life, these modern New Yorkers of Fifth Avenue (although one suspects they have their counterpart on this side of the Atlantic), and Mrs. Wharton manages to make us feel pity for them and to realise in the end that their is a life-long existence of tragedy.

Lady Oxford came to Wimbledon well prepared for the weather. Lord D'Abernon is seen with her. Her new book "Lay Sermons" was published last week.

## AN AMERICAN MATRON.

(By Alice Herbert.)

WHILE anyone believe that the fault of "Twilight Sleep," by Edith Wharton (Appleton's, 7s. 6d.), is—to put it frankly—crudity? To have lived to call Mrs. Wharton crude is like having lived to see the Atheneum turned into a night club. Her style was all but too close in the mesh, as we remember her, all but too exquisitely precise. As for her meanings, loose statement, overstatement, were as impossible to her, and even to her school, as over-dressing to an Abbess. Here she is crude—not all the time, but almost fatally.

We can believe that the untiring mind of the middle-aged American woman, freed from nursery preoccupations and the necessity of a narrow household economy, may exert itself in so many directions as sometimes to collide with its own aims.

We can even accept Mrs. Manford's famous (and delightful) programme for the first part of the day ("7.30, Mental uplift; 7.45, Breakfast; 8. Psycho-Analysis; 8.15, See cook; 8.30, Silent meditation; 8.45, Facial massage; 9, Man with Persian miniatures; 9.15, Correspondence; 9.30, Manicure; 9.45, Eurythmic exercises; 10, Hair waved; 10.15, Sit for bust; 10.30, Receive Mothers' Day deputation; 11, Dancing lesson; 11.30, Birth Control Committee"). We cannot accept an intelligent and much respected woman who lectures in favour of unlimited maternity one month, and birth control the next. No social power could be so irresponsible, least of all the laborious and conscientious organiser that Pauline Manford is shown to be. If the thing itself is very fact, that still is no excuse for it in a convincing novel. The comedy of Mrs. Manford is extremely entertaining, and would be perfect if it did not verge on farce. Miss Delafield and Dorothy Canfield have better touched off the philanthropic matron who has as much real sympathy with the victims of her activities (in the sense of understanding them) as the carding-comb has with the silk. The clever but uncharacteristic title comes nearer to giving a true picture than all that follows it. Pauline is divorced from reality and suffering, and consequently from fellow-feeling, by her own shrinking from true human contacts, as the brain and the nerves are divorced from one another in "twilight sleep" by the strong action of a drug. The men whom she briskly and amicably

divorces or marries are desolated by the everlasting "No" that she presents to their humanity. The younger generation harden themselves to stand alone.

There are two studies of these younger folk. Nona is rather arbitrarily forced into her role by the unhappy chance that the man who loves her is irrevocably married; the other marriages in the book are as easily dissolved as so much soda. Nona is the martyr of the story—and of the system. Lita, her brother's wife, is a type that one meets in novel after modern novel — egoistic, semi-wanton, semi-subtle, seductive, bored to death, highly-finished on one plane and, as it were, hardly begun on another. She is an equally devastating force with Mrs. Manford; but Mrs. Manford is the real centre of the group, its tragedy and its absurdity. She "settles" the most harrowing situation with a tactful word, and is amazed (but even then not too injudiciously inquisitive) at the revolver-shot in the middle of the night which is the sequel of her efforts. She complacently gauges the condition of her daughter, and never for an instant suspects the ruling factor in the daughter's life. She is pathetic, maddening, and ridiculous. One touch of greater subtlety and she would be a portrait drawn by genius. Mrs. Wharton gives the impression of wishing to placate the popular taste for primary colours, and for "humour" at any cost. She of all writers can afford to offer nothing lower than her delicate and serious best.

PARIS IS THE GAUDY capital of the world's butterflies. London is the dull, dogged rendezvous of puddings and gouty notables.

The other capitals of Europe no longer matter, thanks to the splittings of the lords of battle. The burden of continuing the aristocratic tradition has been ferried across the Atlantic to the New World.

Increasingly has it been evident that Paris is no longer concerned with crested notepaper, and only a little while ago the Queen of England commanded the stenographer-wife of a young and dizzy belted earl to court. You would never have caught Queen Victoria trying to be democratic. And you won't catch the Park Avenue Empress Mrs. Edith Wharton writes about forgetting their responsibilities in so lamentable a manner.

I makes one proud as he reviews the recent events and perceives that America, the land of the free, is not prepared to carry freedom to the limits now being expanded even in the British counties. Regard the still haughty millionaire parent who has withheld the patronymic blessing from the daughter who married the millionaire singing walter. Of course, our first blood, being somewhat new, may enlist such ardent protection for that very reason. It may be we are too conscious of it. But that, at least, is a whole lot better than the affection of Europe's newest snobber, an ostentatious contempt for the benefits of being well-born.

HOWEVER, it must be confessed that Edith Wharton's explanation of our zeal for pure Irish-American or Scottish-American or Lithuanian-American, or whatever you or I happen to be, is somewhat disconcerting. And it becomes all the more important and disquieting because Mrs. Wharton is still one of our authors who has not forgotten how to write.

She is a propagandist, flagrantly so, if you try to analyze her work. But she is also an artist, still reflecting the mellow inspiration of James and of Howells. She is as finished as Washington Square, the one spot in New York which seems to resist with some show of devotion to other than income from rents the onward march of our new aristocracy.

The frenzied battle of our haut ton to preserve itself from the evils of democracy amuses her. Having lived abroad for so much of her life, she has rubbed elbows with countesses trying to be more democratic than their charwomen. And safely lodged between the two extremes, she finds it both profitable and diverting to set down her observations. Because she writes so well, she successfully pierces the old taboos and the new verbotens, so that we of the lower intelligence and lesser social eminence may understand and beget considerable satisfaction from her reports, which are unanimously committed to the principle that being simply great folks is a ridiculous waste of time.

NOTHING OF THE ROWDY is to be charged against her. In "Twilight Sleep" she hews to the line of literature throughout.

Her book is beyond all question the most accomplished novel of the year. And Mrs. Wharton would be the last to seek the laurels of a sensation-monger.

But she has, nevertheless, spoken the unspeakable and revealed that which it has been ordained shall be kept among the mysteries of the Inner Temple of Society.

Before the war one heard much of the British aristocracy's sense of responsibility—that privilege begot obligation and that the county families and the peerage dedicated their lives to the fulfillment of their mission of government. We have not yet heard the same apology in America and probably cannot hope to hear it for another pair of generations, since preserving the form of democracy is still regarded here as the thing to do. But it is significant that one no longer hears of the sacred duty of a baron to regulate the rotation of crops or the enforcement of the excises. Great Britain, if one may trust the foreign correspondent, is given over to the pleasures which precede the fall of empire. Her elite are frankly seeking to avoid boredom in excitement, rather than in duties.

Now, Mrs. Wharton reports that our own first families are becoming involved in the same vicious circle, that of duty which leads eventually to worldly pleasures. It is a fact, she alleges, that for the lack of something better to do, Pauline Manfords simply must change us or die of ennui.

ANYBODY IN NEW YORK who is anybody has a pet charity. Or if charity is still beyond the reach of the ardent climber, then the committee to preserve the West st. cobblestones or to raise funds for the needy starydlings among the Russian emigres, who have already become more widely distributed than the descendants of the Mayflower, offers an opportunity to get into the swim. Or the ambitious hostess may corral a minor British author and thus launch hership in which she hopes to climb into the higher altitudes of first families.

Now, I grant that this is very noble. Probably the cobblestones in West st. would give way to plain asphalt or even concrete, or the children of Russian emigres would have to turn to and actually work or something, but for the kind-hearted hostesses who aspire to fly in the rarefied strata of society by virtue of good deeds and better dinners.

But Mrs. Wharton, who comes from a good family, and hence has not had to participate in so exciting a career to land, advances the theory that the underlying motive of society is flight from self. There is nothing unselfish in the picture she draws. So long as our uncoroneted duchesses and marchionesses and countesses can live from today until tomorrow without thinking a thought that a child of 7 would find above her, so long are they able to tolerate existence.

Regarding the first page of her book:

Miss Bruss, the perfect secretary, received Nona Manford at the door of her mother's boudoir ("the office." Mrs. Manford's children called it) with a gesture of the kindliest denial.

"She wants to, you know, dear—your mother always wants to see you," p'eaded Miss Bruss, in a voice which seemed to be thinned and sharpened by continuous telephoning. Miss Bruss, attached to Mrs. Manford's service since shortly after the latter's second marriage, had known Nona from her childhood, and was privileged, even now that she was "out," to treat her with a certain benevolent familiarity—benevolence being the note of the Manford household.

"But look at her list—just for this morning!" the secretary continued, handing over a tall morocco-framed tablet, on which was inscribed, in the colorless secretary's hand: "7:30, Mental uplift; 7:45, breakfast; 8, psychoanalysis; 8:15, see cook; 8:30, silent meditation; 8:45, facial massage; 9, man with Persian minatures; 9:15, correspondence; 9:30, manicure; 9:45, eurhythmic exercises; 10, hair waved; 10:15, sit for bust; 10:30, receive Mother's Day deputation; 11, dancing lesson; 11:30, birth control committee at Mrs. ——."

It runs over on to page 2, but it is worth it.

And so is the paragraph immediately following:

"The manicure is there now, late, as usual. That's what martyrsizes your mother; everybody's being so unpunctual. This New York life is killing her."

HENCE THE NAME of the book, "Twilight Sleep" (D. Appleton and Company). Everything done by schedule, to relieve the great lady from all thinking and nearly all worrying. And one supposes that if tardiness of others interferes with the program, the "Silent Meditation" quarter of an hour might be abolished.

Nona had come to warn her mother to leave off her "rather too well-dressed" advocacy of "free love or the return to the traditions of the American home," it really didn't matter which, to listen to what she had discovered in Lita's "little half-formed mind." Lita was the wife of her half-brother and was not too contented. But

Mrs. Manford's ancestors "had mined" in Pennsylvania and made bicycles at Exploit, and now gave their name to one of the most popular automobiles in the United States." They had to drive. So Nona went.

And a reviewer can only ask you to go on with the story. The picture of Pauline Manford is that of a tremendous powerhouse on two legs, with a carefully harnessed face, trading families, committees, tradesmen and cities, contributing to Coolidge Bros. and Columbia Pictures by the magnitude of her billion horse-power benevolence. The rest of her family can get along as it may—as Wyant, for instance, her first husband, whom she divorced

after giving birth to Jim. And even darling Nona winds up a despairing infidel, almost on the heels of Pauline's dinner to the Cardinal. But family catastrophes hardly disrupt the ruthless doing of so dynamic a creature as Pauline. They merely call for a change of oil.

The moral, if you insist, is that society seems to be about as empty of sustained and well-directed purpose here in America as it is abroad. You ask what of it, and I reply, at least it gives us another Wharton book. With "Twilight Sleep" one discovers an American Anthony Trollope. And that our society is ready for a new

Trollope merely proves my point—that our aristocracy is rapidly coming around to the duty of privilege, thus bringing us up to date with the later Victorians.

None could do so fine a theme with a surer artistry than Mrs. Wharton. Unstained with the biting bitterness which Sinclair Lewis put into "Babbitt," she has given us a magnificent portrait of her who must always be improving each idle moment, to make the world a better place to live in, etc. And the sum total is a better "Babbitt," probably because it is of a woman by a woman.

The Saturday Review

2 July 1927

NEW FICTION

BY L. P. HARTLEY

*Twilight Sleep.* By Edith Wharton. Appleton. 7s. 6d.

*Now East, Now West.* By Susan Ertz. Benn. 7s. 6d.

*Pandemonium.* By Christopher Rover. The Richards Press. 7s. 6d.

*An Indian Day.* By Edward Thompson. Knopf. 7s. 6d.

‘WILIGHT SLEEP’ is a grim, depressing book. Although the title is metaphorical there lingers about this tale—or should one say this diagnosis?—of modern New York a suggestion of the sick-room, a whiff of chloroform, mixed with the indefinable smell of something that has been artificially deodorized. Mrs. Wharton’s world is a circle of old, rich families. Her heroine, Mrs. Manford, had married into this charmed milieu—" her own red corpuscles were tinged with a more plebeian dye. . . Not that other ingredients were lacking in her hereditary make-up: Mrs. Manford, in certain moods, spoke of ‘The Pascals of Tallahassee’ as though they accounted for all that

was noblest in her.” This Pauline Manford had divorced her first husband, the amiable liquor-loving Arthur Wyant, to marry Dexter Manford the barrister, a younger and more vigorous man. The divorced families, however, were on very good terms, and criticized and interfered with each other just as if they had been one real family. Pauline represents the older generation. She is full of engagements and always dancing attendance upon Faith-Healers and

purveyors of Eastern mysticism. To read of the money she spends on them makes one's mouth water, for no one knows better than Mrs. Wharton how to make the rich seem rich. Mrs. Manford was also devoted to good works and went about delivering speeches: "Personality-room to develop in: not only elbow-room but body-room and soul-room, and plenty of both. That's what every human being has a right to." Every minute of her day was accounted for, and if ever left to herself she had the sensation of slipping into a mental vacuum, and was terrified:

> Her whole life (if one chose to look at it from a certain angle) had been a long uninterrupted struggle against the encroachment of every form of pain. The first step, always, was to conjure it, bribe it, away by every possible expenditure —except of one's self. Cheques, surgeons, nurses, private rooms in hospitals, X-rays, radium, whatever was most costly and up-to-date in the dreadful art of healing—that was her first and strongest line of protection; behind it came such lesser works as rest-cures, changes of air, a seaside holiday, a whole new set of teeth, pink silk bed-spreads, stacks of picture papers, and hot-house grapes and long-stemmed roses from Cedarleidge. ...

She had indomitable energy, she looked on the bright side of everything, she was a female Robot. But, would she only have recognized it, all about her storms were brewing and threatening to destroy the Manford family ship which breasted so gallantly the waves of financial prosperity. Danger from her step-son's wife, from her daughter, from her husband. They had more nature in them than she had; they wanted mistresses and lovers. As for Dexter:

> The philanthropy was what he most hated. All those expensive plans for moral forcible feeding, for compelling everybody to be cleaner, stronger, healthier and happier than they would have been by the unaided light of nature. The longing to get away into a world where men and women sinned and begot, lived and died, as they chose, without the perpetual intervention of optimistic millionaires, had become so strong that he sometimes felt the chain of habit would snap with his first jerk.

It did snap with results that would have been tragic but for his wife's ingrained habit of looking on the bright side of a bedroom-scene which contained, or had contained, a daughter wounded in two places, a daughter-in-law in hysterics, a former husband a little drunk, with a revolver, and a contemporary husband whose presence needed a great deal of explaining. . . Mrs. Manford triumphed; she sterilized everything, even the irregularities of her own family. She encountered the grasping insatiable Italian marchesa, Amalasuntha, and defeated her with no other weapons than a long purse and infinite charity. We do not grudge her her victory; but it is the victory of organization over impulse, of society over the individual. 'Twilight Sleep' is not merely an indictment of the lives of a single group of rich people; it is a horrified forecast of what the world may be coming to. Mrs. Wharton has bestowed on this new novel all her gifts. It is marvellously organized, marvellously coherent: it moves in a rich deep stratum of thought, the colour and density of which never change, giving the story a magnificent unity of mood and conception. So opaque is this medium that the characters and the life they lead appear blurred; there are no sharp edges, few occasions when the raw taste of life asserts itself above the fine flavourings of literature. There is little spontaneity, perhaps too little. But any unfledged author can produce startling effects of verisimilitude; it is only Mrs. Wharton who can write a novel like 'Twilight Sleep' in which are displayed an exacting

craftsman's conscience, a method which combines almost equally the arts of statement and suggestion, and a complete knowledge and realization of the author's own intention. It is impossible to exaggerate the difficulties, technical and otherwise, which Mrs. Wharton faces and overcomes.

TWILIGHT SLEEP.

In her new book, TWILIGHT SLEEP (Appleton, 7s. 6d. net), Mrs. Edith Wharton has once more produced, with supreme competence, a picture of New York luxury livers, men and women whose days are softly padded with many thicknesses of dollars, who command service and protection because they are so rich, and who assiduously avoid any contact with what is disagreeable and painful. We are taken into the household of Pauline and Dexter Manford, shown them as they live, meet their friends, discover much that they do not know about themselves or each other, and then the door is softly closed and we are left pondering the miracle of civilization. Mrs. Wharton exhibits with an amused irony the English butler, the orchids, the secretary who slaves at telephone and typewriter over Mrs. Manford's daily programme, the glorious Gainsborough over the dining-room mantelpiece ("which Pauline sometimes almost mistook for an ancestral portrait"), all the appointments of a perfectly run establishment—with the usual special mention of bathrooms which the bath-conscious American never omits—which serves as background for the self-cherishing owners.

The family ramifications include a former husband of Pauline's, Arthur Wyant, visited and petted by herself, her two children (one of them Wyant's son) and her present husband: poor Arthur is humorously known as "Exhibit A," a name which he does not appear to resent, and why he does not go to Manford's house and shine at Pauline's dinner-parties is a mystery of the social code known only to those concerned. She looks upon him as a responsibility, although she has divorced him not only because he is a muddled and futile person but because, when she was having a rest-cure in California, he had had an "affair" with a cousin, and "immorality no high-minded woman could condone." —Mrs. Wharton has added in Pauline Manford a notable portrait to her gallery of society women. She is moral and kind and cultured. Her outside is perfectly cared for, her mind fed with appropriate food, she relaxes, she withdraws, she visualizes the beauty that she hopes to radiate, she never has an idle moment. Contrasted with her elaborate artificiality is the fresh candour of her daughter Nona, and the animal naturalness of her daughter-in-law, Lita, a vivid sketch of the new youth alternating between luxurious idleness and a passion for something like professional skill in half a dozen games, ignoring any claims of husband or child the instant either becomes tiresome.

Dexter Manford is half in love with her, and she readily plays with fire. Scandal is averted by Nona, and Lita and her husband sail for Europe, the usual refuge of those in temporary social discomfort. Dexter and Pauline go to Egypt. Nona, the only person in the picture who has principle and feeling, is left bitterly disillusioned wishing she could retire into a convent "where nobody believed anything." Mrs. Wharton is exceedingly cruel in her satire, unparing to the ageing woman, and not much kinder to the young. The world of self-delusion, of "twilight sleep," seems to her so horrible that at times she can scarcely laugh at it. She sets it brilliantly before her readers, writing with such certainty and vigour that their senses anyhow will not be lulled.

ENT. THURSDAY, JUNE 16, 1927

NEW YORK CITY

EDITH WHARTON REAPPEARS

Her "Twilight Sleep," just published, is a novel of fashionable New Yorkers roused from their twilight sleep of security.

# The New Sin

## TWILIGHT SLEEP.

*By Edith Wharton.*

New York: D. Appleton and Company. $2.50.

Reviewed by
ISABEL PATERSON

WHEN the Fathers of the Church included melancholy among the mortal sins they drew upon experience as well as inspiration. They had another word for it; accidie (acedia), which fell out of common use about the time America was discovered. The substitution is significant, for it is not an exact synonym. What we understand by melancholy is but a passing shadow compared to the "dark night of the soul" they had in mind. Life must have been hard indeed in those days; so comfortless and perilous for the majority of mankind that settled dispair was a very real temptation. Had any one suggested that a too facile cheerfulness might come to be a spiritual danger in the future, the quaint notion might well have provoked a smile. It was understood that human nature could make a virtue of necessity; but there were not enough instances to give rise to any proverb about making a merit of good fortune. The nearest they got to it was when kings claimed their privileges by the grace of God. It remained for the New World to invent the new sin of excessive and habitual optimism.

Naturally, European eyes have been keenest to detect this complacent at-

titude of prosperous America; it is now a familiar rebuke. But only an American pen could have drawn that subtle synthesis of traits which constitutes a type to embody the accusation. No doubt her long residence abroad gave Edith Wharton a helpful perspective, Europe's well-justified pessimism serving as a camera obscura to define the outline of the spectacle which so dazzles and infuriates the Old World.

If American civilization is, as charged, the apothesis of materialism, Pauline Manford is an appropriate figure to epitomize this cult of temporal well-being. She had everything. Though her past contained "a little cemetery of failures," it was "a very small one—planted over with quick-growing things, so that you might have walked all through her life and not noticed there were any graves in it," and still more effectively blocked out by her success in greater enterprises.

Her first husband, Arthur Wyant, was one of Pauline's failures, but she had disposed of him neatly and expeditiously by divorce, and even managed to keep on terms of distant cordiality with him, for the sake of their son, Jim Wyant. Moreover, Arthur Wyant had not been a dead loss; through him she had secured a firm foothold in the front ranks of New York society. Her second choice, Dexter Manford, was all that a husband should be; distinguished in his profession, the law, and devoted not only to Pauline and their daughter, Nona, but to his stepson, Jim. Nona was an attractive girl, not a vacuous trouble-hunting flapper. Jim's wife, Lita, was a little difficult perhaps, but no doubt her baby would keep her

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early. Pauline herself, in her early
forties, was still handsome and healthy.
and in her own right she was im-
mensely rich, having inherited one of
the vast new fortunes created by the
motor industry—a neat symbolic
touch.

For all these blessings Mrs. Manford gave thanks, not mere lip-service, but by an incessant round of benevolent, uplifting and hygienic activities. Not a minute of her day was unemployed. When Nona tried to se her mother out of turn, Mrs. Manford's harassed secretary, Maisie Bruss, showed the material tablets of the law, Mrs. Manford's engagement book. "Just run your eye down that list—"

"7:30—Mental uplift. 7:45—Breakfast. 8—Psycho-analysis. 8:15—See cook. 8:30—Silent meditation. 8:45—Facial massage. 9—Man with Persian miniatures. 9:15—Correspondence. 9:30—Manicure. 9:45—Eurythmic exercises. 10—Hair waved. 10:15—Sit for bust. 10:30—Receive Mother's Day deputation. 11—Dancing lesson. 11:30—Birth control committee." And so on. If the family broke in at odd hours, the whole schedule would be disorganized beyond recovery.

It made no difference that Nona wanted to give her mother a hint of impending domestic disaster. Mrs. Manford simply refused to listen to unpleasant things. It was a matter of principle with her and her associates—"bright, elderly women . . . all inexorably earnest, aimlessly kind and fathomlessly pure," who "advocated with equal zeal birth control and unlimited maternity, free love or the return to the traditions of the American home." They stood for organized action in large affairs; and in personal matters they took refuge in "believing the best of every one, persuading themselves that to impute evil was to create it, and to disbelieve it was to prevent its coming into being."

To fortify this roseate philosophy Mrs. Manford had recourse to a variety of spiritual quacksalvers. For a time her pet Mahatma, with his School of Oriental Thought, held first place in her esteem. "The Mahatma certainly had reduced Mrs. Manford's hips—and made her less nervous, too; for Mrs. Manford sometimes was nervous, in spite of her breathless pursuit of repose." And when the Mahatma had to be dropped because of certain ugly rumors—which Mrs. Manford resolutely refused to credit—there was Alvah Loft, the Inspirational Healer, author of "Spiritual Vacuum Cleaning" and "Beyond God." Sacha Gobine, the Russian Scientific Initiate, came after the efficient Alvah; not to mention Mrs. Swoffer, and Orba Clapp; names to

conjugue with, indeed!

The encounter with each of these
wonder-workers, Mrs. Manford de-
clared, was "like a religious experi-
ence." Not actually a religious experi-
ence, it must be observed, but like one.

For this was Mrs. Manford's uncon-
scious aim: to eliminate all first-hand
emotion and thought by cramming her
time and her mind with artificial sub-
stitutes. Her energy was spent in pay-
ing blackmail to reality, fending her-
self from any possible contact with the
ancient, insoluble problem of pain and
evil. Sorrow is the shadow of joy;
and though only the truth can give
substance and savor to life, it is bought
by suffering,

Yet, according to her lights, Mrs.
Manford was a good woman. Illness
and distress she met with an instant
response in money; but visiting the
sick she considered morbid, aside from
the risk of infection. She certainly
was not bigoted, for her highest ambi-
tion was gratified when she managed
to assemble a visiting Cardinal, the
Episcopal Bishop of New York, the

Chief Rabbi and her Russian Initiate at one evening party. It was a pity very near prosecuting the Oriental she couldn't have the Mahatma, too, but that did not seem advisable, in view of the fact that her husband had come Thinker for—something or other, which Mrs. Manford did not inquire into.

She never inquired into anything and declined to be told. If she did not know it was because she did not choose to know that Dexter Manford had long since ceased to care for her, that Nona was hopelessly in love with a married man, that Jim was helplessly miserable over Lita's frivolous coldness, and that Arthur Wyant was fuddling himself into the mood for murder on Jim's behalf. The delayed but inevitable explosion left Mrs. Manford's orderly, glittering world in moral ruins; but by a fluke the facade remained intact. And Mrs. Manford, with a very good imitation of heroism, instantly began to rebuild over the wreckage.

Mrs. Wharton's admirable craftsmanship has never been more evident than in "Twilight Sleep." The title, by the way, is an ironic allusion to Mrs. Manford's creed: "Of course, there ought to be no pain. It ought to be one of the loveliest, most poetic things in the world to have a baby." It isn't, of course; and though one may entertain a fleeting wonder whether Mrs. Wharton would insist on the penalty of Eve being left unmitigated by any interference of science, since science is material progress, the objection is easily met by recognition of the function of satire as a brief for the prosecution. The satirist is not required to state both sides of the case.

And Mrs. Wharton has always been pre-eminently a social satirist, not a creator of character for its own sake. It is manners rather than men and women that interest her, and manners almost in the drawing room sense, as local and ephemeral phenomena, not the mores which spring from fundamental instincts and necessities, and therefore are invested with supernatural sanctions. She does not examine the nature of human institutions, property, marriage, patriotism, piety, as the great satirists do. At moments she comes perilously near to invoking Mrs. Grundy instead of the divine Spirit of Comedy. For instance, when the Manfords and Wyants were horror-stricken at the idea of any of their clan "going on the screen," becoming film stars—for of course they would be stars, from the first engagement; wouldn't they just! This delusion of grandeur is accepted at face value; why? Because although the Manfords and Wyants have been fully exposed as shallow, commonplace, dreary creatures, who would be perfectly at home in Hollywood except that they would fall short of the Hollywood standard of beauty and mimetic ability, they are still, to Mrs. Wharton, "the best people." There is a heightened asperity in her presentation of Lita, a faintly personal annoyance at this incomprehensible creature who cared nothing for a social position which entailed so much sheer boredom.

Mrs. Wharton's talent is confined to contemporary aspects of folly, therefore the texture of her prose is perishable. Yet it is flawless of its kind. Hers is the artistry of a first-class French modiste. In their season all her best novels are absolutely "right," combining elegance with smartness, chic. They must date in time precisely because of their up-to-dateness. Fiction lives through its characters, regardless of costumes. Mrs. Manford and her group are mannequins; but every feature, every gesture, every accessory is justly selected, keenly observed and appropriately graced with the jewelled phrases of Mrs. Wharton's witty comment.

## NEW NOVELS

**Twilight Sleep.** By EDITH WHARTON. Appleton. 7s. 6d.

**Blue Voyage.** By CONRAD AIKEN. Gerald Howe. 7s. 6d.

**Mrs. Mason's Daughters.** By MATHILDE EIKER. Werner Laurie. 7s. 6d.

**Sister Carrie.** By THEODORE DREISER. Constable. 7s. 6d.

**To-Morrow Morning.** By ANNE PARRISH. Heinemann. 7s. 6d.

Reading Mrs. Wharton's new novel *Twilight Sleep* has reminded me of the criticism on an English novel, published some months ago, made by a chorus of the author's aunts. These good ladies were distressed, in the first place, that any relation of theirs should be capable of writing about human folly without pronounced condemnation: but the deepest source of their annoyance sprang from the fear lest this outspoken record of what was supposed to go on in the stately homes of England should be widely read in America.

And in the same way Mrs. Wharton's aunts, if she has any, may at this very moment possibly be shaking their heads over *Twilight Sleep* and saying: "Of course there are women very like Pauline Manford in New York Society in these days, but what a pity that dear Edith's book should be so widely read as it will be in London."

For Mrs. Manford, inexhaustibly rich, indiscriminately charitable, visiting her divorced husband once a week and completely failing to understand how horrid a mess she is making of her second marriage, is a thoroughly American type. And Mrs. Wharton has exposed her with a thoroughness that only just stops short of caricature. We see this exhausting woman, who finds time to attend to everybody's business but her own, going through a day which begins with mental uplift at 7.30, includes a Birth Control Committee, a meeting of the Mothers' Day Association (the aim of which was to encourage rather than control American birth), a sitting with a Mental Healer and another to a new French sculptor for her bust, interviews with both her husbands (separately), a five minutes' visit to her daughter-in-law and the infant grandson, and ending with an enormous, and enormously successful, dinner-dance party given in her own house. She runs a town house and a country estate with the utmost efficiency, and wears out everybody in both households, including her desperate secretary, Maisie Bruss, and her nineteen-year-old daughter Nona. Pauline is an unflinchingly virtuous woman. She has divorced James Wyant, not because she had ceased to care about him, but because she owed it to her own virtue to proclaim against his solitary lapse, and, though she continues to see the sinner, "the scent she used always reminded him of a superior dis-infectant."

But it is not in her satire of Mrs. Manford's conjugal comprehensiveness, not even in the carefully prepared crash with its mixture of foolish tragedy and crazy farce, that the real exposure of Mrs. Wharton's book is to be found. The desert she makes in the lives of her husbands and their children, a boy by Arthur Wyant, a girl by Dexter Manford, is explored for us with the biting impartiality that reaches one last moment of real tenderness, as is Mrs. Wharton's own inimitable way with the characters she handles so masterfully. In *Twilight Sleep* the writer's second string plays the louder music. On it we hear alternate themes. One is the air of disillusioned boredom sung fretfully by Lita Wyant, Pauline's lovely unprincipled daughter-in-law, and, in a more tragic key, by Nona Manford, a girl of the same age whose final sigh is for the peace of a convent. "Oh, but I mean a convent where nobody believes in anything." This, according to Mrs. Wharton, is the song of post-war American youth. The other air—the twilight sleep tune—is played by rich and hearty American middle-age. It is an amplification of the doctrines of Mrs. Eddy and all her disciples and imitators: "There is no such thing as Pain," they chant. "Poverty, Disease, Wrinkles, Fatigue, Misunderstanding are all False Claims. Illusions—you have only to say they don't exist and they are gone." But this attitude takes a great deal of keeping up. It has to be taught and re-taught:

> The Mahatma certainly had reduced Mrs. Manford's hips—
> and made her less nervous too: for Mrs. Manford sometimes
> was nervous in spite of her breathless pursuit of repose. Not,
> of course, in the same querulous uncontrolled way as poor Arthur
> Wyant, who had never been taught poise, or mental uplift, or
> being in tune with the Infinite; but rather as one agitated by
> the incessant effort to be calm.

So the Mahatma is succeeded by Alvah Loft, "the Busy Man's
Christ," who charged on a geometrically progressive scale for

three, six or ten minutes of Inspirational Healing. But, in a
week or so:

She sometimes suspected that Alvah Loft's doctrine might be
only for beginners. That was what Sacha Gobine, the new Russian
Initiate, plainly intimated. Of course there were innumerable
degrees in the spiritual life, and it might be that sometimes Alvah
Loft's patients got beyond his level—got above it—without his
being aware of this fact. Frankly, that was what Gobine thought
must have happened in the case of Pauline.

The book, it will be seen, is full of good, acid reading. And its satire will not be lost on London or Paris, where Mrs. Manford and her Inspirational Healers and Initiates have their counterparts. Mrs. Wharton is not telling that uncomfortable thing the Truth exclusively about American millionaires.

But, lest any reader of novels be nursing the delusion that folly is the exclusive business of the American rich, here comes Mr. Conrad Aiken with more but equally rasping Truth about the middle classes, about the second-class passengers on an Atlantic liner. Out of a narrative style that welters away in emulation of Mr. James Joyce and other introspective adepts there creeps in *Blue Voyage* a set of extraordinarily unlovable characters. Chief of these is Demarest, in whose perceptions the implications of the voyage are made:

> And this sad facetious Demarest, who when he laughs looks
> so astonishingly like a magnified gold-fish, isn't he too as arachasie as fire? ... How can I ever make plain to Faubion or Cynthia
> why it is cannot as powerfully organise my feelings as they
> organise those of Demarest. There lies this infra-red. There
> perhaps also whirls this ultra-violet.

That is the way the story goes. It is all extraordinarily well done, the distressing thing being that when it is over we have been shown inside such dreadfully boring minds.

Mrs. Eiker's *Mrs. Mason's Daughters* also deals with the lives and loves of middle-class America, or rather with its lives and its sexual adventures. For as Fernanda Mason, the second of Mrs. Mason's not very charming daughters, observes when she has given up school teaching and settled down, with her illegitimate child, as a successful restaurant keeper: "Sex is nothing without the finest love. And fewer people have that than you think. I didn't have it. Isobel didn't have it. If Bette ever had it, it did not last."

And there you are. But the book, though drab, is not exactly dull and has some passages of keen description and one or two that betray Mrs. Eiker's real and unsentimental sympathy with the burdened struggling men who live only just above the poverty line.

With *Sister Carrie* now republished in its entirety, we are back in Chicago at the time when *The Belle of New York* was about to sway two continents. We go behind the scenes, so that it is not even middle-class America that is revealed in Mr. Dreiser's pages, but a section of society half bohemian, half commercial, to which it is difficult to give a classifying title. But though sordid and ironical, Mr. Dreiser's tale is never drab. He piles detail on detail, crowds incident upon incident and, with an apparent neglect of art, contrives a complete effect of life. In its movement, its irony and its terrible vividness both of characterisation and of scene setting, *Sister Carrie*, a story nearly forty years old, dwarks all the brilliant modern work on the same and kindred themes which America is sending us to-day.

In *To-morrow Morning* we are still with the American middle-classes and, if the ignorant foreign reviewer may hazard a guess, a little further into that Middle West which is yielding us such an increasing harvest of novel writers and novel readers too. And the change of air is refreshing.

Miss Parrish takes a calm, even a sunny view of life, but she takes it without sentimentality. Little Kate Star, the art student, marries Joe Green, and he, the dear, prepares as a surprise for her, a real studio at the back of their new little house, so that she shall not have to reproach him for marrying her away from her artistic vocation. And to-morrow morning the little bride will begin a portrait of her wonderful Joseph Montgomery Green. But Life is more insistent than Art. Joe takes up to-morrow's time, then his friends and relatives, and after that little Jody—the younger Joseph and his friends—and then his wife, and after that his baby. It is all very simple and just a little sad, but there are bright patches, and Kate herself, though she nearly makes herself ill over her first dinner-party, and sees Joe dwindle and drink and finally die, leaving her with less time than ever to paint in the studio where she is obliged to put a lodger in order to keep it at all, is a very real and engaging character. Miss Parrish has already acquired an English following, and *To-morrow Morning* is bound to increase it. Her picture of the American woman is one of which any aunt might be proud. Let us hope it is as true as it is charming.

NAOMI ROYDE-SMITH,

July 2, 1927

The New Statesman

I should have called Miss Ertz highly, per-
fectly efficient if I hadn't wanted that
description for another American, Mrs. Wharton.
Efficient is a two-edged word when applied to
an artist, and both edges may be used on Twi-
light Sleep. This is the story of a rich New
York family. There is a mother, president of a
dozen committees, ardent disciple of every new
cult, a regular Ruth Draper character, with
every minute for days ahead allocated and filled
in her list of engagements. There is her
husband, the successful New York lawyer ; her
former husband, well connected, charming,
effete; her nice son and his lovely, bored wife ;
her intelligent, detached daughter; and, amid
a crowd of others, an Italian Marchese who, as
a poor relation, brings in just the necessary
touch of cosmopolitanism and lack of ideals.
Round the contrasted figures of the over-
organised mother and Lita, the lovely, decadent
daughter-in-law, the struggle develops.

The book is well planned, and has what
portrait-painters call "good bone." Mrs.
Wharton's technique is flawless, and she has
trained her powers of observation so thoroughly
that she has no difficulty in grasping and setting
down a modern phenomenon like Lita. The
other characters are child's play to her; yet,
just as if the hard problem had stimulated her,
she has her greatest success with Lita. This
type of modern girl, mixed jelly and steel, has
never been better portrayed. The firm lines
of the story, leading at regular intervals to
scenes which could be transferred almost as
they stand to a stage interior, seemed to
emphasise Lita's lack of form. And there, in
a sentence, the two edges of efficiency are in
use. In other words, admiration for Mrs.
Wharton's skill is only tempered by our un-
sleeping consciousness of it. She tells her
story magnificently, and produces a fine piece
of work. "Marvellous!" one murmurs in all
sincerity; but one never quite reaches the point
of rapturous silence where the narrator is forgotten.

The Sphere

July 9, 1927

June 29, 1927

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The Literary Lounger. By Alan Kemp.

Over There. Americans complain in newspapers and reviews, and the frequent protests of "publicists," that nobody outside America loves them. That may or may not be true; it may or may not be just; but what seems certain is that nobody inside America loves them either. More and more writers "over there" impress upon their countrymen that a hundred-per-cent. Americanism is about a hundred times too much Americanism. It may be a fashion merely; it may be one of the fundamental Anglo-Saxon institutions which went over with the Mayflower, that of all subjects for depreciation none is so fitting as your own country and your own kind. Was it Mr. Shaw who said that every true Englishman hates Englishmen? He speaks with authority, being an Irishman. I hope they are not going to overdo this self-criticism in the New World. Otherwise we on this side will have difficulty in reconciling it with the red-blooded patriotism which we have been taught to associate with the Land of the Free. Writers like Mr. Sinclair Lewis and Mr. Mencken certainly make it difficult to sort out, to one's logical satisfaction, the contradictory elements. And they are not alone; I have been reading this week three American novels which cause me to wonder, with due diffidence, whether American civilisation is altogether happy about itself.

High Kicking and High Thinking. Mrs. Edith Wharton leads the attack with her customary vigour, and with all that virtuosity which we have learned almost to take for granted in her work. "Twilight Sleep" takes as its subject a class of American society which, I presume, is, in the nature of the case, limited, and yet influential and representative at least to this extent, that it purports to be a class of Social Leaders. It Sets an Example—and what an example! Mrs. Wharton seems to say. Its men are somewhat more profitable than its women: the whole thing, of course, is based on money, but at least the men have to get the money. All the women have to do is to spend it: and there are only two things on which they spend it—the frantic search for a new sensation, or, in the case of Pauline Manford, the "breatheless pursuit of repose."

It is on the latter type that Mrs. Wharton chiefly concentrates attention. I do not know whether or not Lita, Pauline's daughter-in-law, is intended to be another study of the "modern girl" à l'Américaine: at all events, I do not believe that she is peculiarly modern, except, perhaps, in the fact that public opinion allows her to be rather more openly blatant than her predecessors (who have existed since the Book of Genesis) in everything which is selfish, heartless, promiscuous, greedy, and harlotish. She is very real and living because she is a hardy perennial, and Mrs. Wharton has got her measure exactly;

there may be more of her than there used to be, but I doubt it. But Pauline Manford is a new portent of progress. Not really a bad sort; virtuous, well-meaning, a "good woman" by all accepted standards; but completely the prey of a kind of silliness which is almost more mischievous than Lita's avowed hedonism. For she lives in "a world of panaceas." Arthur Wyant, Pauline's divorced husband, sums up the two hemispheres of the Manford world: "When you're not high-kicking, you're all high-thinking." How high, how Woolworth high, does Pauline Manford think! And—poor fish—how utterly incapable she is of thinking at all! That's the trouble with all these Good people—high ideals and low cerebration.

Souled and Healed. Ever urged by the demon of high thinking, she rushes from prophet to prophet: from the Mahatma who, besides injecting Uplift into earnest seekers after truth, reduces hips and conducts curious callisthenic

it is true, for her own and her son's debts; but it is worth it when she can produce Titles for your dinner-table—or, if she cannot produce them, at least talk about them.

Thus does the Manford world "express its personality," to use its own cherished phrase. One may, of course, regard it all as screaming farce, unworthy of indignation or pity. But that is not Mrs. Wharton's mood; and she is right. This pinchbeck intellectualism, a reaction from aggressive materialism, is as mischievous as the materialism itself, and more insidious. It is evident that Mrs. Wharton, while seeing its full absurdity, regards it as anything but a joke for America. It is not a joke that the self-appointed Leaders of Thought should exist in a permanent condition of Twilight Sleep, especially when parturition results only in the birth of ridiculous mice. Has Mrs. Wharton exaggerated Pauline Manford? Not having met Mrs. Manford in her own milieu, I cannot say; but I am prepared to believe anything of human

credulity, especially in the kind of conditions (I presume accurate) which Mrs. Wharton assumes. At all events, whether or not exaggeration has been employed—and it is sometimes a legitimate expedient—this is a powerful and highly interesting study which, while preserving all the dramatic qualities so conspicuous in Mrs. Wharton's work, gives one furiously to think.

THE MARRIAGE OF SIR ROBERT BLACK, BT., AND MISS IVY WILSON: THE BRIDE AND BRIDEGROOM LEAVING HOLY TRINITY, BROMPTON.

The marriage of Sir Robert Black, Bt., of Midgham Park, Berks, to Miss Ivy Wilson, only daughter of Brigadier-General Sir Samuel Wilson, Permanent Under-Secretary of State for the Colonies, and of Lady Wilson, was celebrated at Holy Trinity Church, Brompton. The bride, who was given away by her father, wore a pale gold lamé dress covered with tulle frills. She was attended by eight bridesmaids in green frocks. After the ceremony Lady Wilson held a reception at Bath House, kindly lent by Lady Ludlow.

Photograph by T.P.A.

rites in an Abode of Love; from him to Alvah Loft, the Inspirational Healer at a hundred dollars per heal of thirty seconds; from them both to Committees, Boards, Conferences, and Movements, now for Better Babies, now for No Babies at All. She works, does Pauline Manford. "Nothing so conducted to impatience in Mrs. Manford as the thought of anybody's having the least fraction of unapportioned time and not immediately planning to do something with it." If you are not high-thinking for yourself, then you must be high-thinking for others; there is always Philanthropy and "expensive plans for moral forcible feeding." And then, of course, there are all the social claims, the keeping in the swim, in which strenuous business you are fortunately helped by having a real Marchesa for a kinswoman. She costs you something,

good time which we are asked to believe comes naturally and palatably to American Innocents Abroad. But I had forgotten Brett. Brett, Lady Ashley, is a live wire, every inch of her. She loves Jake (who tells the story), and Jake loves her; but physiological reasons, due to Jake's ill-luck in the war, keep their love abstract rather than concrete. And abstract love is hardly good enough for a woman of Brett's vitality: so that, despite a half-hearted and unsuccessful attempt at "wistfulness" in the unfulfilment of her love for Jake, all that matters about her is her insatiable and much-advertised promiscuity with this one and that, particularly with Mike and with a boy toreader whose plush trousers dazzled her. That's all: there is no other substance in the book, except a certain "snap-piness" of style and some competent

(Continued overleaf.)

Innocents Abroad. The characters in Mr. Ernest Hemingway's "Fiesta" have, I presume, got tired of both high kicking and high thinking in their native land, and we see them as *déracinés* in Europe, first in Paris and then in Spain. They are a jolly little lot. Alcohol is their main occupation in life, but they have one other—I leave you to guess what it is. But no, I do them an injustice: they have several other occupations: when Bacchus and Venus pall, there is still Mars—one can go and see a prize-fight or a bull-fight, or one can have a fight of one's own, if one is drunk enough, with a pal, if he is drunk enough. So that altogether this happy band of brothers, or, if you insist, gang of toughs—Jake and Mike and Bill and Robert—have the sort of

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Continued.

descriptive writing—competent enough to give promise that if Mr. Hemingway had something better to write about, he would write it well. He will have to learn, however, that prose writing is not merely sleight-of-hand.

The publishers claim that "the life of the young generation of Americans living in Paris to-day . . . is here shown with remarkable fidelity." Not so. This is not the life of young Americans or young anything else. It is representative of nothing

whatever except vulgar-
ity. It is *bravura* of
the vulgar, by the vul-
gar, and for the vulgar.
I simply decline to be-
lieve that any normal
group of human beings,
of whatever nationality,
behave in this way.
To believe it is to accept
as the only principle of
conduct a maxim stated
by one of the char-
acters, and incidentally
the key—note of this
book: "Everybody be-
haves badly, give him
a proper chance."

One truth Mr. Hem-
ingway has mastered.
He has realised that
there are a great many
thirsty people in the
United States. For them
the book may serve as a
vicarious quencher.
You have only to squeeze
it in any place and
alcohol spurts out like
blood from an artery.
There is scarcely a page
on which somebody
does not announce that
he is "a little tight"
or "very drunk" or
"cock—eyed." Awful
indeed are the reactions
of Prohibition ! To any

normal human being who has a drink when
he wants one, without talking about it all
the time, this iteration is not only damn-
able, but childish,

Unnatural
Naturalisation.

And now let us come to
some real Americans and
some real human beings.
I do not know whether Miss Susan Ertz
is yet as fully appreciated in England as
I believe she is in her own country; but
she certainly ought to be. She has a
delicate, gracious, and enforced art in
writing, an admirable sanity of outlook,
and a neat humour which is all the more
engaging because its roots strike into the
soil of a genuine wisdom. Those who
thoroughly enjoyed, as I did, her *Madame
Claire*" and "After Noon," will not find
their expectations disappointed by "Now
East, Now West." Here, again, is the
problem of the *déracinié* American. Althea
Goodall is the New Yorker who yearns to
denationalise herself and to find her spiritual
home in London society. George Goodall
is all American, but not at all in the Babbit
manner; he is, indeed, the most just and
convincing portrait of the sounder type of
American business man which I have met
for a long time. A Philistine, no doubt, a
simple, stern moralist with hopelessly old-
fashioned views, such as "a belief in the
indestructibility of marriage": a man who
"combined simple saintliness and sales-
nship in an adorable way." And Althea ?
Another and a different kind of high-thinker:
a snob, social and intellectual. But, again,
not exaggerated, not inhuman; not, in-
deed, without a good deal of attraction;

but so anxious to raise herself and her
husband above the least suspicion of
Babbitt that she is quite incapable of
seeing George's admirable qualities. Lon-
don is very bad for Althea.

Cross-
Purposes.

She sees, however, the
admirable qualities of the
charming Francis Mortlake,
and, meanwhile, what she cannot appreciate
in George is discovered by Kate Allgood.
So there you have the usual situation, four-

square and not without
flaw; hardly novel, you
will say: but what is
novel is that it does
not result in the usual
cross-ruff of adultery,
but in just the kind of
estrangements and affec-
tions—gone—awry which
do happen in real life.
The relations between
these different couples
are worked out with an
admirable absence of
artificiality or strain upon
credulity. These are
actual people and the
kind of actual things
they do and feel. Nor is
there any false, arbitrary
solution; Althea learns
a sharp lesson, and
doubtless it will bear
fruit in time—but only
in time. I was grateful
to Miss Ertz for not set-
tling all these domestic
problems by one com-
prehensive flood of tears
and one convulsive em-
brace. But I think
George and Althea *will*
be all right in the end,
George being now less
of a Philistine and
Althea (let us hope) less
of a snob.

The writing is smooth
and apt throughout, and there are constant
flashes of shrewd sense—

When an American husband tells me he has
the most wonderful little wife in the world, I
know it's quite probable that within the next
few days I shall hear she's divorcing him on
the grounds of incompatibility.

You want a man to be indifferent to women
and yet be able to love and understand one
woman. It can't be done outside romantic
novels. From the general to the particular is
the rule in love. You can't hate men and love
a man. To know how to love one woman you
must love all women, or the idea of woman,
which is the same thing.

I always think that for a man to take a woman
to wife simply because she attracts him physi-
ally is like keeping an elephant because it can
pick up pins with its trunk.

But why is it that even the most reliable
American writers will drop into things like
"you're talking with a great deal more
claret than clarity" ?

Both Sides
of the
Channel.

Enough, for the moment,
of America. It is a great
country—but enough of it.
Try, for a change, France—
the real France of the French, not of
the week-end tourist. You will find it, or at
all events well-chosen parts of it, in Mr.
Stephen Gwynn's "In Praise of France."
Here are pictures, boldly and affectionately
drawn, not only of the landscape and
the architecture of France, but of the life of
her people—of work in the vineyards, of
the makers of sabots at their trade, of a
travelling menagerie, of troops training, of
the getting of truffles, of angling, of in-
numerable intimate views of provincial life.

A good deal of space and interest goes to
cooking and wine, and in both departments
Mr. Gwynn writes as a master. He sum-
marily repudiates the affectation that one
ought not to be interested in what one
eats, and shows the way to eat well in many
parts of France; and one of his most
interesting chapters deals with classic works,
little known to the English public, of French
gastronomy. He is even better on wines,
and his chapter on "Vintage Time in
Bordeaux" is a delight. I am shocked to
learn from him that the time-honoured
association of Woman and Wine is all
wrong. "In Anjou, at all events, the
old-fashioned wine-grower will not let a
woman into any place where wine is work-
ing. *Il y a de l'influence*, they say: "these
perilous creatures may affect the fermen-
tation." Is it that they are a counter-fermen-
tation? A charming and serviceable book.

If you do not wish to leave home, but to
"see your own country first," then read
Mr. H. V. Morton's " In Search of England."
It will provide you, in your arm-chair,
with all the pleasures of a motor tour,
literally from Land's End to John o' Groats;
it will provide you with more, for I doubt
whether you yourself can get half as much
fun out of a motor tour as the happy wayfar-
ing spirit of Mr. Morton can extract from it.
He is a known and esteemed chronicler of
London, but he is in better form than ever
now he has left the capital for the country.
All is treated with a light and witty touch,
and he cleverly contrives throughout his
tour that people shall be even more enter-
taining than things. The combination of
the two makes a volume of rare pleasure—
pleasure enhanced by the excellent illus-
trations.

Twilight Sleep. By Edith Wharton. (Appleton; 7s. 6d.)

Fiesta. By Ernest Hemingway. (Cape; 7s. 6d.)

Now East, Now West. By Susan Ertz. (Bené; 7s. 6d.)

In Praise of France. By Stephen Gwynn. (Nisbet; 10s. 6d.)

In Search of England. By H. V. Morton. (Methuen; 7s. 6d.)

TO BE IN CHARGE OF THE "BLIND
PIG" SIDE-SHOW AT THE TEMPLE
GARDEN PARTY IN AID OF THE
CHILDREN'S COUNTRY HOLIDAY
FUND ON JULY 7: THE HON.
MRS. MAURICE LUBBOCK.

The Hon. Mrs. Maurice Lubbock is the
eldest daughter of Lord Stanley of
Alderley, and married Lord Avebury's
youngest son in 1926. She is one of the
many well-known Society people who
are interested in the garden party in
aid of the Children's Country Holiday
Fund, which takes place in the Temple
Gardens on July 7. Lady Mond is the
chairman of the committee.

Photograph by Weston.

AFTER THE CEREMONY IN ST. PETER'S,
EATON SQUARE : MR. DEREK ERSKINE AND
HIS BRIDE, MISS ELIZABETH SPURRIER.

The marriage of Mr. Derek Erskine, King's Dragoon
Guards, second son of Mr. Monteith Erskine, M.P.,
to Miss Elizabeth Spurrier, younger daughter of
Major R. S. Spurrier, King's Dragoon Guards, and
of the late Mrs. Spurrier, was celebrated at St. Peter's,
Eaton Square. The bride was given away by her
father, and during the signing of the register the
Hon. Victoria Erskine sang "O Perfect Love."

Photograph by I.B.

# The Dangers of the Seas

By MARY AGNES HAMILTON.

Mariners. By Clemence Dane. (Heinemann. 6s.)

Twilight Sleep. By Edith Wharton. (Appletons. 7s. 6d.)

Now East, Now West. By Susan Ertz. (Benn Bros. 7s. 6d.)

I am inclined to think that if a careful census were to be made (on a point to which, I know, such a method is wholly inapplicable) it would be found that a larger proportion of the work of women writers is really about something, and about something interesting, than is the case with the contemporary work of men; that, with them, you find a more active and conscious effort after the disen tanglement of values, and an acuteer sense of the need of that as a compass for those who set out on the journeyings of life. It does not seem to me to be entirely an accident that it is always easier, when dealing with the work of those women writers who come within the artistic categories, to connect their work with some general idea or other, than it is when one is dealing with the work of men of an equal standing. For one reason or another, the sense of life as a whole appears to be more vividly present to them.

From that point of view, there is a connection between Mrs. Wharton's novel—a novel so brilliant that it is hard to find any but superlatives in which to describe it and Miss Clemence Dane's very interesting play; while "Now East, Now West" is a fainter, less subtle and less searching study on Mrs. Wharton's theme.

Mariners is crossed by a vein of sentimentality, and marred here and there by a crude use of incident. In addition, however, to a genuinely theatrical power, it has a quality that moves one, even in reading. Miss Dane knows the theatre; she also knows how to handle an idea in relation to her medium. I do not put Mariners among her best plays, but it is well worth reading and ought to act very effectively. The first Act is remarkably good, and nothing in it is better than the opening scene where the parson is attempting to conduct the village choir through the singing of

> "Ye Gentlemen of England,
> Who live at home at ease,
> How little do ye think upon
> The dangers of the seas."

One of the worst of "the dangers of the seas" is the danger of caring much about another human being. Here, the unhappy parson has, for twenty-five years, been sunk, up to the neck and over, in that danger; he dies of it. Joan looks at it, hesitates, sees all the rocks, at last makes the plunge in. Gerry, she knows, is a weak creature: he has had a turn of shell shock: she is by no means sure that he can "make good," even when his chance is given to him—by the interposition, although Gerry does not know it, of the parson—nevertheless, she is for it; she agrees to marry him. She takes her risk: decides to brave the "dangers of the seas."

*Twilight Sleep* is an extraordinarily subtle study of a society whose main idea in life is to evade those dangers and all the other dangers that may afflict the spirit and body of man. They have discovered,

these up-to-date New Yorkers (and the up-to-date Londoner knows nearly all they know, and imitates their practice, pretty closely) how, through money, to keep ill-health, old age, and all the ills that flesh is their to, at bay; they further believe that the depressions and unhappinesses of the spirit can be dealt with as effectively, provided the right technique is discovered. This is the meaning of the title, shown through a group of men and women in whose delineation there is nothing of caricature, nothing of mere cleverness. Pauline and Dexter Manford are as thoroughly human as their children; Lita, who admits to one devastatingly troublesome emotion—that of boredom—is a perfectly finished study of her type, and, by a miracle of skill, Mrs. Wharton makes us see her attraction, even when she is shown in contrast with Nona, Nona who, unhappily for herself, can feel.

There were moments when Nona felt oppressed by responsibilities and anxieties not of her age, apprehensions that she could not shake off and yet had not enough experience of life to know how to meet. One or two of her girl friends, in the brief intervals between whirls and thrills, had confessed to the same vague disquietude. It was as if, in the beaming determination of the middle-aged, one and all of them, to ignore sorrow and evil, "think them away" as superannuated bogies, survivals of some obsolete European superstition unworthy of enlightened Americans, to whom plumbing and dentistry had given higher standards, and bi-focal glasses a clearer view of the universe—as if the demons the elder generation ignored, baulked of their natural prey, had cast their hungry shadow over the young. With all these bright complexioned, white-haired mothers mailed in massage and optimism, and behaving as if they had never heard of anything but the Good and the Beautiful, perhaps their children had to serve as vicarious sacrifices.

It is not only the women who indulge in "twilight sleep." If Pauline Manford is the great, full-length portrait that will forever stay in one's mind from this book, her husband is as truthfully, and as sympathetically presented. He is happier than she because his profession is not mere money-making: it satisfies him intellectually. So, from the general shipwreck of the end, one knows that Dexter will, more or less, recover. He will return from the "trip" on which we leave him and Pauline starting, cured of his infatuation for Lita, and with something to come back to, with one sphere in which the great gospel of evasion does not have to be practised. For Lita and Jim one has no such hope: hardly for Nona. Perhaps there might have, at the end, been rather more about Nona: in relation to her the structural organisation of the story rather seems to fail: one feels there ought to be more to come: the book ought to have been longer. For criticism, however, one is hardly inclined when fresh from the enjoyment of Mrs. Wharton's incomparable irony. The point of her firm and delicate pen never gets a hair on it, never makes a thick or ugly line. It is as fine as it is deep.

This depth of Mrs. Wharton's makes one a little impatient of the more superficial, though undoubtedly clever, treatment of the American woman in *Now East, Now West*; and the indubitably sentimentalised treatment of her husband. Not that one doubts the reality of either Althea or George: far

THE GRAPHIC, July 2, 1927

MODERN LIFE IN BOOKS

D. H. Lawrence's Mexican Scaips—De-bunking the Cowboy—The Perfection of Edith Wharton—Textooking Our Times—"This most interesting book"—Clemence Dane on Post-War Tactics—And Another War Book

Her new book, *Twilight Sleep*, is amazingly competent. She builds up her main character, a New York matron who spends her time between faith-healers and the board-meetings of various societies, with swift, certain touches. She doesn't forget her main theme, that wealthy New York society spends so much time in avoiding the first hint of pain or worry that it is losing hold of the essentials of life; that it is so bent on making material use of everything that it is losing a solid base on which to stand. She contrasts age and youth, love and hate, weakness and strength, character and character, and she contrasts them admirably. In fact, she has forgotten none of the ingredients which go to make a good novel.

After which, it is perhaps captious to say that it is a pity she has not forgotten at least one thing. A single break in the smooth, efficient flow would,

one feels, have turned an exceptionally sound book into a striking one.

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## Twilight Sleep

BY EDITH WHARTON

In "Twilight Sleep" Edith Wharton has produced a fine ironic story of modern life—a study of new New York, as beautifully written and conceived as anything she has ever done. She has given us a tense, haunting story; living, actual characters; a setting in Manhattan's glittering world of fashion, and through it all the wit and satiric brilliance that no other writer can equal.

In "The Age of Innocence" and "Old New York" Mrs. Wharton recreated strikingly the New York society of other days. Now in "Twilight Sleep" she reveals the life of the present generation of dwellers on Fifth Avenue. In its arresting title lies the root of the matter, for Mrs. Wharton shows these luxury loving and moneyed men and women living in a world of self-delusion, drugged, as it were with a fear of suffering either mental or physical pain. They are dwellers in a realm of "twilight sleep." Brilliantly Mrs. Wharton exhibits their ways of life and personalities and then she shows them for once face to face with reality, wakened from their false sense of security. It is an amazingly interesting novel and one that delves deeply into the truths of human nature.

A distinct creation is the enthusiastic, unquenchable Pauline Manford, a social leader in New York society whose wealth is matched by her social talents and tremendous energy. Mrs. Manford is seen to be a power in the lives of all who come in contact with her and she it is who with dexterous hands, brushes aside every symptom of unpleasantness that looms up to shadow the Manford roof. Hers is the kind of directing mind that in a man would have built up a vast fortune, but which instead is turned to a bewildering succession of fads and "interests."

Pauline Manford has been divorced and re-married and the two men are an interesting contrast. Arthur Wyant, her first husband, is an "old New Yorker," talented but ineffectual, who continues on friendly terms with her. Dexter Manford, on the other hand is a brilliant lawyer, who has made his mark and is at an age when dissatisfaction with most things has crept upon him. Nona Manford, the daughter, is nineteen, and in her Mrs. Wharton has drawn the typical society girl of today who has fine qualities but has no means of utilizing them. Jim Wyant, son of Pauline's first marriage is a nice fellow who has married the jazz mad, irresponsible Lita. Lita plays an important part in the novel, and Mrs. Wharton has made of her a singularly arresting personage, the incarnation of a restless, vagrant appetite for experience. These personalities are all involved in the dramatic events that break in upon the carefully erected happiness with which Pauline has surrounded them. With startling suddenness life peers in upon them.

Under the heading "Our Most Distinguished Ambassador to Europe" we read in the March issue of "Vanity Fair": "Whether in this country, England or Europe, Edith Wharton has long been recognized as one of the most eminent of contemporary novelists. Her wide cultivation, her unerring taste, the ease and precision of her style, her mastery of epigram, satire and wit, have all, in turn, contributed to her high renown. In her novels she has studied both native and foreign types with constant and illuminating devotion. Her qualities as a writer of fiction, her books on decoration, architecture and travel, her interest as a personality and her work during the war in behalf of the Allied cause, combine to make her one of the most distinguished of living Americans, and an ambassador, however unofficial, admirably qualified to represent our intellectual and artistic aspirations on the continent of Europe."

Edith Wharton at present is living at her home in France where she finds much pleasure in her gardens. Her recent election to the National Institute of Arts and Letters makes her list of honours a notable one. In 1915 the French Government gave her the Cross of the Legion of Honour. The Pulitzer Prize of 1921 was awarded to Mrs. Wharton for "The Age of Innocence." In 1924 she was promoted by the French Government to the position of Officer of the Legion of Honour. In 1925 she was presented with the gold medal of the National Institute of Arts and Letters. Mrs. Wharton is the first woman to whom this award has been made.

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## I Think I Remember

By MAGDALEN KING-HALL (Cleone Knox)

One of the most enjoyable of modern literary pranks was that of Magdalen King-Hall's pre-tending "The Diary of a Young Lady of Fashion" was a newly discovered 18th century document by gay Cleone Knox. A world of readers was pleased by that book and since it developed that its author was a modern young Irish girl there has been eager expectation of what her next work might be.

Her present story, "I Think I Remember," is as charming, and gay and amusing as the celebrated "Diary." The new book is a hilarious burlesque of the ponderous tomes in which the great and near-great privilege us with reading their adventures and near-adventures.

Nothing that has appeared in years offers anything like the delicious humor of Sir Wickham Woolicomb, "an ordinary English snob and gentleman," who tells of his early years, his travels, his thoughts on the younger generation and the women he has known. He has a chapter on "The Glorious Nineties" which assuredly says the final word on that oft-discussed decade.

### Books for the Camper and Sportsman.

We suggest: "Bird Dog Days" by Horace Lytle ($2.00); "Let Us Go Afield" by Emerson Hough ($2.00); "Vacation Camping for Girls" by J. Marks ($1.50); "Boys' Book of Hunting and Fishing" by W. H. Miller ($2.50); "Canoeing, Sailing and Motor Boating" by W. H. Miller ($2.50); "Reminiscent Tales of a Humble Angler" by F. M. Johnson ($1.50); "Autocamping" by F. E. Brimmer ($2.00), and "The Outdoorsman's Handbook" by Hy. S. Watson and P. A. Curtis, Jr. ($1.50).

Even the foreword by "Alexander Blacker Kerr" is thoroughly in the spirit of this splendid burlesque.

"One of the chief difficulties that presents itself to writers of autobiographies," we read in the foreword, "is the impossibility of doing justice to their own characters without appearing vain. In these cases a preface and a friendly editor are invaluable, and as this honoured trust has been conferred on me, let me fulfill my duty by stating at once that I never knew, nor do I hope to meet a more generous, tactful, unselfish, highminded, courageous, thoughtful, pure-living, kind-hearted, honourable man than my friend Sir Wickham Woolicomb, nor one who combines such simplicity of character with such unobtrusive charm of manner.

"If I have inadvertently omitted a good quality or virtue my readers will please take it as said.

"Some people, who shall be nameless, have complained that in editing the 'Diary of a Young Lady of Fashion 1764-65,' I did not sufficiently censor some outspoken passages. To the pure all things are pure! It may be that I erred on the side of leniency, but I am glad to say that as far as I can see, the reader will find nothing in Sir Wickham Woolicomb's memoirs that could not safely be read aloud in mixed company.

"If this does not deter him, let him read on!"

Few writers, we are certain, have half the fun with their manuscripts that Magdalen King-Hall has had in writing "I Think I Remember." And in the case of this book the reader's enjoyment is no whit less than that of its author.

"I know for a fact," we read in one part of the book "that once in Dublin my father and mother had stones thrown at them, which shows what a striking couple they must have been.

"My father, though inclined to be severe with young people, was one of the wittiest men I ever knew, in fact I have heard him make as many as two dozen puns at a sitting without stopping to draw breath.

"He was a great admirer of Shakespeare and would read to us for hours at a time from the Immortal Bard, his family gathered round him and listening attentively to every word, for nothing aggravated my father more than to be interrupted by even as much as a yawn during these recitals.

"If one of us did disturb him in any way he would turn back without a word to the commencement of the act and start reading it again...

"Well to return to our sheep (as the French say). My mother was one of the most capable and talented women that ever lived. She was never without a piece of crochet in her hand and though exemplary in conduct and speech and most insistent on demanding a rigidly high standard of morals from others, she had a very real though quiet sense of fun, which was especially noticeable at Christmas, weddings, funerals, etc.

"My mother took an active part in managing the estate and she used to say that she knew more about the affairs of the tenants than they did themselves."

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Wrapper picture of "Saint in Ivory"

Saint in Ivory

By LORINE PRUETTE

Genevieve of Paris and Nanterre is pictured in
this novel as a woman of thoroughly mortal in-
terests and desires who is transformed by cir-
cumstances into a legend—a young girl converted
into a saint. Like Helen of Troy and Saint Joan
she is a glamorous and appealing figure. And like
Joan, Genevieve too saved her people from the
enemy. Many times since the Fifth Century her
memory has brought strength to the weak and
courage to the doubting.

The time of Genevieve was the time of Attila
and Clovis when the Roman Empire had almost
collapsed and different tribes were struggling for
the possession of modern France. Although the
period of the story is remote, it lives for the reader
with a vitality that few current backgrounds
possess. Miss Pruette has written her story of
Genevieve in a literary style that fully lives up
to its engaging title. It is a style as simple as the
goodness of the woman written about, yet as
pictorially beautiful in coloring as an old illumin-
ated manuscript.

The book opens with Genevieve as a child

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romping with her playmate Euric, whom she has
already decided to marry. The naive circumstances
of her consecration which momentarily interrupt
her play with the boy make her the first Gallic
Saint and precipitate the life-long conflict between
her vows to the church and her love for Euric
which grows with the years.

At the same time that she is torn by these warring
desires Genevieve is being exposed to the influences
of a number of religions—the bland indifference of
the Romans, the driving fury of the dispossessed
Druids and their human sacrifices, and the fatalism
of the Norse religion into which Clovis is born
and to which he eventually returns.

For years Miss Pruette has been absorbed in
the stories of Genevieve. Very recently she spent
much time in France collecting data for this novel
and from history and legends has reconstructed
the story of this extraordinary woman who, like
Joan of Arc, was the child of simple peasants,
who rose to fame and power and was the savior
of her country in time of war and strife.

The Four Post Bed

By CHARLES FIELDING MARSH

In this absorbing story of the Norfolk country-
side Charles Fielding Marsh has combined a rich
character interest with a unique and picturesque
setting. Here the author of "After Harvest" and
"Shelter," with characteristic strength but writ-
ing in a lighter vein than in his previous novels,
has produced a narrative remarkable for its vivid-
ness and dramatic appeal. Also, he has built his
story around a notably interesting group of char-
acters. There is Armine Lockett, the independent
young farmer, devoted to the old home which has
been his from childhood, and Anne Holditch,
whose marriage to Armine has been postponed
because of her unwillingness to conform her own
beliefs to his, and Hetty Tarling, young, lovable
and dependent, whose helplessness engages Arm-
ine's sympathy. Second in importance to the char-
acters are the two farms—Armine's and Anne's—
which furnish the scene of the story and give rise
to the misunderstandings on which the action is
based. Anne's struggle when she feels called upon
to renounce her claim on the man she loves and
Armine's own reaction to the situation make a
dramatic narrative, which is presented with ad-
mirable vigor and directness. And by the working
out of various events, with interest and suspense
carefully maintained, the story is brought to a
delightfully satisfying conclusion.

Charles Fielding Marsh is recognized as a
novelist of power and distinction, and he has made
the Norfolk district of England peculiarly his own
through his splendid tales of the land and its
people.

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Mrs. Newdigate's
Window

By C. LENANTON

Readers young and old will enjoy this novel of
youth and age. Here Miss Lenanton tells the story
of a fine, tolerant old couple and their godchildren
—a narrative in which one may look for himself
through the “window” of the story down the path
that leads across the garden and up to the New-
digate’s front door. From this vantage point there
may be observed an appealing drama notable for
its engaging characters. First, there is Mrs. New-
digate, a great-hearted, wise, understanding per-
son—the sort of woman to whom friends and rela-
tives go first in time of trouble. Then there is
George, her husband (and a fine type of English
country gentleman), with the two attractive
godchildren, Mary Ripley and Mollie Delahaye.
The girls are as different as night and day, and
it is Mrs. Newdigate’s understanding and tact
that sets their love affairs to rights and insures
their happiness. These people are all convincing
characters who engage the reader’s intense inter-
est and sympathy from the first.

Hurdy-Gurdy on
Olympus

By BERTON BRALEY

The title of this book of verse suggests some-
thing of the humor and interest in familiar things
that characterize the writing of Berton Braley
and make him one of the best loved of modern
poets. His humor finds happy expression in parody
and nonsense verse, and his interest in the every-
day things of life embraces habitual events of
work, popular pastimes and universal thoughts
and feelings.

The reader will here find poems for every occa-
sion and every mood, poems of inspiration, humor
and adventure, poems of work and play—a great
variety of subjects all treated in Berton Braley’s
best manner. The reader will find poems of a de-
cided popular appeal and of genuine literary
significance.

Books as Wedding Gifts.

Since the time when books first were made, no
more dignified gift could be bestowed than that of a
well chosen book. Any from this list would make a
significant wedding present. "Bernard Quesnay"
by André Maurois ($2.00); "Twilight Sleep" by
Edith Wharton ($2.50); "The Secrets of Many
Gardens" by Mrs. Philip Martineau (Illustrated
$4.00); "The Complete Angler" by Izaak Walton
(Illustrated $5.00); "29 Love Stories—Old and
New" edited by Ernest Rhys and C. A. Dawson-
Scott ($2.50); "A Thousand and One Nights of
Opera" by Frederick H. Martens ($3.50), and
then there is "How to Stay Married" by George
Gibbs ($1.50).

I Ought To Know That

By BERTON BRALEY and GEORGE B.
HILL

From the start this question book has been
planned for repeated enjoyment and continued
use rather than for an ephemeral success.

The two authors have been true to their title.
As they say in their preface "In all the general tests
practically every question is one to which, whether
we could answer it offhand or not, we thought we
ought to know the answer. And in the few in-
stances where this is not the case, we have said,
'Well, I'm glad to know that,' or 'it's interesting,
or amusing or stimulating to know that.' In the
special questionnaires we have given ourselves and
the reader a little larger latitude. If the general
reader scores more than 30 on some of these spe-
cials he may figure himself exceptionally clever or
exceptionally lucky, depending entirely upon his
point of view."

Berton Braley is a poet whose verse in maga-
ines, newspapers and book form has won for him
a great following of devoted readers throughout
the country. This month a large volume of his
poetry, "Hurdy Gurdy on Olympus" is published
by Appleton. As an editor-author-playwright
George B. Hill has a name that adds to the public
interest in "I Ought to Know That."

Lorine Pruette, author of the novel "Saint in Ivory,

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fashion of bending their thick eye-brows as they talked, heads down; and
then lifting faces suddenly cleared to a heavenly calm and light. "They
have known love as you mean it," said Bernard. "Yes," she said, "their
day is done." She looked at him and said: "I have known it and my day
is done." She burst into quiet weeping. "I have had nothing, nothing"
she said. He stopped in the crowd about the gate and said to her low:
"Do you want me to forget everything and go with you?" She said quickly:
"Don't ask me that. Yes. Yes, I do! Don't ask me that." He piloted
her through the gate and said: "If I turned and pursued you would you
run?" She answered: "If you turned and pursued me I would run and pray
to theGod. Bernard life and love are so simple. Don't make them
so hard." They are as hard as death," he answered. And when he cried
vehemently: "If a man tries to follow a different standard from the
triple standard, a cad!" She said: "The triple standard how to love,
and how to die, my declining, isn't that enough?"

The train was beginning to move. He said: "No, by the Lord!
It's not enough......" So that an old gentleman who squinted tried,
still squinting, to glare at him, and succeeded.

From the manuscript of "Preface to a Life"

## Preface to a Life

By ZONA GALE

Charles Hanson Towne in "Adventures in Edit-
ing" tells a pleasing anecdote of his announcing
to Zona Gale in her early days of writing that she
had won an important short story contest and a
substantial sum in prize money. He ends with:
"I suppose you're going to Europe now," I re-
member I said, 'on a holiday.' She looked me
straight in the eye. 'Oh, no,' she answered blithely.
'I'm going back home—and try to write a better
story.' I think it was that spirit, then, which
caused us to have books from Miss Gale, later, like
'Birth' and 'Miss Lulu Bett' and 'Faint Perfume.'"

And this certainly was the spirit which produced
"Preface to a Life."

The extract from the manuscript of that book,
reproduced above, eloquently proclaims the sus-
tained inspiration, the continued fervor that have
made each of her succeeding books "a better
story."

"Preface to a Life" by Zona Gale is the history of a revelation that bursts with bewildering glory upon its hero, Bernard Mead, who experiences what is termed sometimes an extension of consciousness," writes Algernon Blackwood in the English "Time and Tide." "The processes of this

'awakening' are so faithfully, so conscientiously
presented that they convince. The canvas is a
crowded one, but every one of the numerous char-
acters introduced is vitally related to the central
figure, throwing light or shadow upon the strange
case of Bernard Mead. One can hear these people
breathe, for all are drawn with an intimacy, a
closeness of observation, that makes them stand
out as solid entities, not merely surfaces. . . . The
theme, as will be seen, is a daring one, beset with
pitfalls; that Miss Gale has made it convincing is
an achievement."

May 9th-12th—The Convention of the American
Bookseller's Association at the Commodore Hotel in
New York—an event for all booksellers.

Decoration Day, May 30:

Displays should include: History of the People of the United States During Lincoln's Administration by John Bach McMaster ($5.00); "On the Trail of Grant and Lee" ($2.50) by Frederick Trevor Hill, "General Grant" ($2.50) by General James Grant Wilson; "The Southerner" ($2.50); "The Man in Gray" ($2.00), and "A Man of the People" ($1.75) by Thomas Dixon; "Abraham Lincoln: Master of Words" ($1.50) by Daniel K. Dodge; "Abraham Lincoln" ($5.00) by W. H. Herndon and Jesse W. Weik.

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## Primitive Hearths
in the Pyrenees

By RUTH OTIS SAWTELL and IDA TREAT

Two blithe and observant young women, with
a college-trained interest in anthropology, spend
a happy summer in the French Pyrenees, success-
fully hunting for traces of the men of the Old
Stone Age; the result is a delightful book that
carries the reader through a series of adventures
in the romantic south of France, a land rich in
natural beauty and quaint tradition as yet un-
spoiled by the tourist. The picturesque and tiny
village of Montardit, high in the foothills near the
Spanish border, served the women as headquar-
ters, where they lived like natives in a peasant
cottage and whence they visited all the famous
caves of the region, finishing triumphantly by
discovering an important prehistoric trottoir of
their own—Tuto Bieulo, the "Violet Hole."

To go with them on their quest for relics of pre-
historic man is to realize that anthropologists have
their thrilling moments no less than explorers and
hunters. The flints, skeletons, and pictures left by
man's remote ancestors lie concealed in deep
mountainous caverns; to unearth the treasures of
prehistoric the archaeologist must not hesitate to
cross treacherous abysses or descend into pitch-
dark clefts in the rocks at the end of a slender
rope.

The collaborators have set down the narrative
of their summer's work and play in a vivid and
sprightly style which brings out all the humor and
excitement of their experiences. In addition to
the scientific importance of the discovery of an
Azilian skeleton, this volume will be found en-
thralling for the sidelights it throws upon the cus-
toms and inhabitants of a region which has scarcely
changed since the Middle Ages. Furthermore, Paul
Vaillant-Couturier, artist and writer, has contrib-

uted over a hundred beautiful pen-and-ink draw-
ings of the countryside visited and the objects
which the caves gave up.

## Treasures of a Hundred Cooks

By MARY ALLEN HULBERT

A woman famous as a charming hostess, and a
connoisseur of good food has here assembled a
collection of distinctive recipes for those who
regard cooking as an art. No ordinary cook book
manual is this convenient volume with its water-
proof binding, but a veritable treasure-house of
enticing dishes selected from the author's trunkful of
recipes, gathered during her wanderings all over
the world. France, of course, and Sicily, India,
England, Russia, Spain, Germany and others have
contributed their favorite menus to this anthology,
which none the less has as its basis the best Ameri-
can cookery of all sections and periods.

"Treasures of a Hundred Cooks" is not intended
to displace the standard cook books, but rather
to supplement them. Its 600 odd recipes are
unique, for it lays its chief emphasis upon flavor,
upon the creation of meals that will delight the
appetite, upon the blending of simple ingredients
into masterpieces of taste. Successful results in the
kitchen are achieved only when consistently scien-
tific methods are employed, wherefore Mrs. Hul-
bert, knowing the confusion that besets the house-
wife, has wisely given clear and explicit quantity
directions throughout, and has included a section
devoted to times, temperatures, and weights and
measures.

The trouble with many meals, we are told, is
that they are made up of poorly harmonized items.
Everyone who wishes to set a perfect table should
have this book, for it comes from one who has
always looked upon her cooking as a pleasure
rather than a task.

A drawing taken from a cave in Niaux—from
“Primitive Hearths in the Pyrenees.”

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# A History of Italian Painting

By OLIVER S. TONKS

The great story of Italian painting from its meagre beginning in the darkened passages of the Christian catacombs on through the glory of the Renaissance is one of the most fascinating of all narratives. In "A History of Italian Painting" Oliver S. Tonks has produced a book worthy of its heroic subject. To survey the seventeen centuries of painting in Italy and to recreate the personalities of the significant painters against the background of their times has been Dr. Tonks' aim. The large part of the book is devoted to the Renaissance period and to the development of the three great schools—the Florentine, Umbrian and Venetian. Throughout, the history of the development of painting during the Renaissance is related to the ecclesiastical and secular history of this fascinating period.

Dr. Tonks has achieved a history of art that is systematic and comprehensive, and at the same time interesting and readable. "A History of Italian Painting" is an excellent textbook for the use of schools, colleges and study clubs. Also it is a valuable work for the general reader, and for the prospective traveller to Italy. The illustrations are very satisfactory in size and delightful in range.

Miss C. Lenanton, Author of "Mrs. Newedigate's Window"

Giorgione's The Gypsy Family—from "A History of Italian Painting"

# The Springs of Human Action

By MEHRAN K. THOMSON

The motives back of human conduct, the springs of human action, make an absorbing study that invites the attention of every thinking person. In this volume the author has made a book suited for popular reading, an authoritative survey of the findings of modern psychology in the field of motivation.

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# The Inner World of Childhood

By FRANCES G. WICKES

Dr. Jung, one of the three world leaders in psychoanalysis, has written in his foreword to "The Inner World of Childhood," "this book is scientific in a higher sense of the word, despite the total absence of all scientific paraphernalia, because it gives us a true picture of the actually forthcoming difficulties in education. It deserves the most serious attention of all who are concerned with children through vocation or duty."

Frances G. Wickes in this book brings to bear upon the problems of childhood all the resources of modern psychoanalysis, which in its present development is one of the most effective means of locating and eliminating the causes of obscure mental and nervous troubles. Such problems as the influence of the parent's mental conflicts upon the adjustment of the child, the difficulties of adolescence, children's fears and sex problems, and the importance of imaginary companions—all are dealt with simply and without "scientific paraphernalia" which so often in psychology books adds to the layman's confusion.

The author is a practicing psychologist in New York and has for fifteen years been absorbed in child study. She is a consulting psychologist to St. Agatha's School and an assistant editor of "American Medicine," in charge of analytical psychology. She has studied under Dr. Jung at Zurich, and it was he who urged her to write the present book.

# Readings in Urban Sociology

By SCOTT E. W. BEDFORD

More than five hundred selections from the writings of the most capable men and women in their particular fields make up this important book which is the first to adequately treat the sociology of the city as a whole. The wealth of information and constructive suggestion here summarized and systematically presented make "Readings in Urban Sociology" one of the most valuable contributions to city improvement.

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By ROBERT JAMES McFALL

To everyone interested in the meat trade, as well as to students of agriculture and food problems, commercial geography and international trade, "The World's Meat" holds much of interest and value. This book is the first book to cover the whole subject of the food value, production, distribution, and marketing of meat throughout the world. It presents the outstanding facts and problems regarding the meat requirements of man, both individually and collectively, and the present and prospective production of meat.

Harold Bell Wright's birthday is May 4th. His new novel will be published early in July. An advance order card in red and gold for display in book shops is pictured here. "God and the Groceryman" will complete the trilogy of novels begun in the tremendously popular novel, "The Shepherd of the Hills," and continued in "The Calling of Dan Matthews." In the two earlier books the humanity and power of Mr. Wright's words won for him the largest audience any author has had. The dealer who now orders stock of the new novel will be prepared to meet the demand for the first edition.

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MEANWHILE. By H. G. WELLS. Benn. 7s. 6d.

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Mr. WELLS'S craving for topicality was never more characteristically shown than in this book, which, in some other ways, curious and not easy to define, is rather uncharacteristic. The General Strike was over less than fifteen months ago and here already Mr. Wells has written a full-length novel about it. He has never, of course, taken long to form an opinion about anything. He does not need to let the memory of events rest long in his mind before it takes a coherent shape. But, even so, his salvation here is that he uses the General Strike as an incident to illustrate a much wider and less topical theme. The theme is simple. The world is in a horrible condition, all sorts of miseries are being suffered, all sorts of injustices inflicted. One school of thought holds that, if, indeed, the better time ever comes, we shall have to wait long for it and that we shall only delay it by violent attempts at hastening: we must wait in patience, contemplating, with such comfort as we can manage, a world that at any rate does change, hoping that it is changing for the better. But what are those of us, whose patience is continually assailed by the spectacle of things as they are, to do *meanwhile*?

To this question Mr. Wells returns an inconclusive answer. One does indeed often feel that it would be better if he returned no answer at all to the questions he puts. His heroes and heroines are always drifting through long periods, then suddenly in moods of self-disgust going through a process of spiritual stock-taking, abruptly after which comes a disappointingly vague plan for a new life. *Marriage* is a conspicuous example of this. There the scientist and his wife, feeling that their marriage has so far been a failure, decide to winter alone together in Labrador. A sufficiently drastic expedient—but what comes of it? Nothing, that I could ever see, except that the husband, instead of prostituting his scientific genius to the manufacture of synthetic rubber, will in future write articles for the heavier monthly reviews.

The conclusion of *Meanwhile* gives one a similar impression that the mountain in labour has brought forth not so much a mouse as the ghost of an elephant. Here, too, a marriage is in danger. Cynthia Rylands, born in a family of old academic culture, has married into a family of millionaires and semi-and sub-millionaires. And she grows vaguely dissatisfied with the life her husband is leading, with the friends he tolerates about him, with his general aimlessness and acquiescence. Her dissatisfaction grows definite enough when she discovers him in a compromising position with one of their guests. The shock, his repentance and subsequent pardon change Philip's heart in more matters than his marital relations. He remembers that his wealth is largely derived from coal and he sets out for England to see what the impending dispute is all about, promising to write his impressions for Cynthia in long letters. These letters, which follow, are nearly the best part of the book. Mr. Wells contrives with enormous ingenuity and a great deal of sympathetic imagination to present a highly Wellsian commentary and criticism in the language of the imagined character, and the result makes very good reading. As an historical document, it leaves, I think, something to

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and so he has often written not about particular works of art, but "about artists, seeing them in relation to other artists, to other movements, even in relation to their age." His aesthetic theory, however, he hastens to explain, has not changed; only he no longer feels quite so sure as he did of anything, and he admits that psychology (though not Cambridge psycho-analysts, about whom he is bitter) may be able to throw new light on aesthetics. With this formal bow to the theory of art, Mr. Bell makes a welcome digression into art history, discoursing freely in an entertaining and sometimes illuminating fashion about the landmarks on the way. About the impressionists he has written a delightful chapter entitled "The Rediscovery of Paganism." Real paganism he defines as an acceptance of life as something good and satisfying in itself: it does not consist in a proper respect for the pagan past, but a passionate enjoyment of the present. "The impressionist painter was in love with the world. He was in love with the absurd little horse cab that took him to the Gare St. Lazare with its yellow body and its driver's shiny white hat. He was in love with the streets and the passers-by and the garish shop windows and the architecture of the boulevard even. . . ." Mr. Bell proceeds to distinguish between the Impressionist illustrators such as Dégas and Toulouse-Lautrec who were interested in characterisation and psychological subtlety and were influenced by Japanese art, and the pleinairistes who descended from Corot and Courbet, Turner and Delacroix. The art of Dégas, he says, was in a sense "instantaneous," for Dégas delighted in seizing movement and rendering it "in the ungainly exactitude of an arrested gesture" . . . "he was not in love with the beauty of the world he loved, he was fascinated by its oddity." Impressionism is, of course, itself just a loose classification and the important thing is the personal vision, as Mr. Bell rightly insists in an amusing and admirable essay on Seurat, an artist who aimed at devising an infallible pictorial system or machine and laying the foundation of a universal proletarian art, but who was, in fact, "trying to justify the ways of Seurat to Seurat."

Besides giving a fresh appreciation of painters who are already landmarks, Mr. Bell suggests some rearrangements of the familiar map of nineteenth century art. That Seurat would have been one of the new features could have been foreseen, but the prominence given to Constantin Guys and Chasseriau is more unexpected, to Guys as a forerunner of Impressionism and to Chasseriau as the greatest "decorator" of the nineteenth century. (Decoration here is mural painting). Probably in both cases Mr. Bell is essentially right, although his enthusiasm may have led him to pardonable exaggeration. I share his enthusiasm for Chasseriau, but I deprecate the name "syncretism" which Mr. Bell invents for his art, and I wonder why he omits all reference to that remarkable portrait by Chasseriau of his two sisters in the Louvre. Chasserieu, says Mr. Bell, "loved Greek art as it was possible to love it in the middle years of the nineteenth century; and never since it was created, has it been better, or perhaps so well, understood." His forms are classical yet "they have passed through some strange region where the ardours and langours of the tropics have softened the Parian contours." His masterpiece, a decoration at the Palais d'Orsay, was destroyed by communists: those fragments which were saved are on view, while others, Mr. Bell believes, moulder in the cellars of the Louvre.

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be desired. Mr. Wells, it is legitimate to deduce from his preface, was not an eyewitness of the General Strike. But as general criticism it is sound enough and it is more than merely sound as a revelation of what goes on in Philip's mind, his growing disgust with the part played by his family and his family interests in the whole affair. What, however, is the new life he determines on as an escape? It is this:

> The common English are our people and to England we must come; either to London because it is our natural centre or to Eden smoke because it is our dominion. We must use our position in the Rylands properties to learn and experiment and find out if we can how to turn round the face of the whole system towards the new order. All our surplus wealth must go into the movement, and the spending of that we must study as closely as dear Uncle Eden smoke studies his investment coups. No Rylands ever threw money away and I don't mean to begin. You don't see me pouring my little accumulations into the party funds of L.G. of Ramsay Mac. I shall probably begin by acquiring newspaper properties.

But, try as I will, I cannot discover what the "new order" (as a goal practically attainable) means, nor can I see any evidence that Philip was rich enough to acquire a controlling interest in any newspaper of consequence. To me it seems that his plain duty was to go into the family business and there, by ability and application, to make himself such a power that his influence would direct one industry at least towards a better order. Failing that sequel, I should like to see one in which Mr. Wells would depict Philip's frustrations and dissensions in the task of using his wealth to acquire power in a sphere from which his wealth was not derived.

Being almost unacquainted with the society which Mrs. Wharton describes, I hesitate a little before saying that her story oscillates too much between realism and farce. Surely this extract from Mrs. Manford's diary of engagements is parody verging on the farcical?

7.30 Mental uplift. 7.45 Breakfast. 8 Psycho-analysis. 8.15 See cook. 8.30 Silent meditation. 8.45 Facial massage. 9. Man with Persian miniatures. 9.15 Correspondence. 9.30 Manicure. 9.45 Eurhythmic exercises. 10 Hair waved. 10.15 Sit for bust. 10.30 Receive Mothers' Day deputation. 11 Dancing lesson. 11.30 Birth Control Committee at Mrs.—

So too is the incident in which Mrs. Manford, mentally perturbed by certain untoward events, begins her address to the Mothers' Meeting in this startling fashion:

> Personality—first and last, and at all costs. I've begun my talk to you with that one word because it seems to me to sum up our whole case. Personality—room to develop in: not only elbow-room but body-room and soul-room, and plenty of both. That's what every human being has a right to. No more effaced wives, no more drudging mothers, no more human slaves crushed by the eternal round of house-keeping and child-bearing—

Here she suddenly remembers, with a thrill of horror, that this is the Birth Control speech and continues, luckily inspired:

> That's what our antagonists say—the women who are afraid to be mothers, ashamed to be mothers, the women who put their enjoyment and their convenience and what they call their happiness before the mysterious heaven-sent joy, the glorious privilege, of bringing children into the world—

There are, of course, real human beings who are eternally figures of farce, but for them there is no tragedy such as Mrs. Wharton here describes. They have none of their own, they are quite easily and naturally kept out of those of other people. When seriously painful events occur they disappear from the stage. But, as painful events

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develop in this story, Mrs. Manford does not disappear, she becomes another person and Mrs. Wharton passes from the farcical to the satirico-realistic method of treatment, which she ought to have used from the first and with especial firmness at the first. It is the proper method for a bitter and pessimistic little tale. Mrs. Manford's "twilight sleep" is the barrage of meaningless and unrelated activities she puts between herself and the real life she instinctively feels to be too difficult for her. As a consequence of her cowardice, one misery after another falls on everyone around her. We leave her daughter contemplating a more sensible refuge from life in a convent—"a convent where nobody believes in anything." By the time the end is reached Mrs. Wharton has firmly established the satirico-realistic tone but, by the touches of farce at the beginning, she has made the middle passages of her book unnecessarily difficult and uncertain.

*The Bondwoman* is a story in which people who are in themselves often highly credible keep on doing highly incredible things. Julian Ballantyne is a promising young surgeon, who has been temporarily deprived by war-experiences of the desire to excel in his profession. Just as his ambitions begin to revive, he falls in love with Leo Broughton who tells him, after his feelings have gone beyond control, that she has been a man's mistress—on one occasion only and for motives it would be impossible to despise. The shock to him which this revelation causes is easy enough to understand, but the story does not turn on his wounded sensibilities. It turns on the opinion held by his friends and relatives and, still more incredibly, by himself, that if he marries Leo he will have to abandon his medical career. This assumption, which no one in the book even thinks of disputing, seems to me to be, from a purely practical and social point of view, frankly incomprehensible. It is not even as though he were compelled to begin with a local practice: he has a reputation and a private income. He can put up his brassette and resume his career in a sphere in which his household will make no professional difference at all. But he and everybody else, including Leo, think otherwise, and so Leo, to save him, runs away from him. I will not dwell on the lamentable end of the book in which Leo appears at the door of Julian's country cottage, dying of consumption: nothing but the traditional snowstorm is spared us here. But Mr. Ellis, who I cannot quite make up my mind, shows, in a degree I cannot remember having encountered before, a combination of the gift for creating real people with an inability to invent likely things for them to do. Nearly all his people are, in the pauses of the plot, almost startlingly alive: Anne Penfold is as brilliant a study of a certain type of young girl as I have read for years. If only Mr. Ellis could put this gift to a better use, he might do something remarkable.

The Victorian design on the jacket of *The Rim of the Bowl* indicates very accurately not only the matter but also the manner of these six tales. Whatever their material (and sometimes it is as strong as that of your most modern novelist) the narrative proceeds on its way with an unburied calm. All are worth reading—especially those two curious studies in deception, "The Head Master of Bagborough" and "A Weaver of Romance."

EDWARD SHANKS

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THE OUTLOOK

June 18, 1927

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MOTHER KNOWS BEST. By Edna Ferber. Heinemann. 7s. 6d.

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WHATEVER may be said against the art of Mrs. Wharton, and quite a lot might be said, her large cool intelligence nearly always establishes command of the reader's attention. Moreover, she is the only contemporary American author known to me who is both civilised and Puritanical. She is in the fine, bleak tradition of New England. She represents, perhaps, that tradition's end. The younger writers see in Puritanism nothing but cruelty, hypocrisy, and ignorance. Their scorn for it is positively Hudibrastic. Mrs. Wharton sees in it courage and dignity, or more exactly she sees cowardice and humiliation wherever it is not. The mere title of her latest book, "Twilight Sleep," carries the essential spirit of Puritanism in it. One must not make things too easy for oneself. Childbearing, it is hinted, ought to be a very painful business. These things are sent to try us.

Pauline Manford has more money than sense, more money, indeed, than anybody deserves, and spends her time in social work, on committees, organising the instruction and coercion of the poor. She has lost God, and as Mahatmas and Scientific Initiates are inadequate though exciting substitutes she splashes weakly through life. What she needs is a good spanking or a sound education. Certainly she should not be taken seriously. But she is rich in America, and idealistic in a new world. No one realises how ludicrous she and her League for Discovering Genius, and her nasty charlatans and the whole preposterous compost of fools and futility are. Meanwhile her family is going to bits.

Dexter Manford, the second husband—for the first, a drunken aristocrat of old New York society has been divorced—is an overworked lawyer whose character has never been tested. When it is, it collapses. What else do you expect in a world where morality has been replaced by bright optimistic uplift? He is rash in choosing as his mistress Lita, his stepson's attractive minx of a wife. There is a bit of a crash. But everyone is so very, very rich that the scandal is neatly hushed up. A millionaire must be a fool if he cannot buy his way out of most kinds of mess.

In the younger generation are Lita and Nona Manford. Lita is not a fool, but has never troubled to exercise her mind. To her marriage is not an obligation but an experience, one of many. Soon she intends to go to Hollywood, where as she has every reason to believe her dancing will bring her a tremendous success. Nona is scarcely better balanced, better equipped for real life, but she has a fundamental decency that is sickened by her surroundings and her own impulses. "I'd a thousand times rather go into a convent," she exclaims, "and have done with it." Her mother, who retains some Protestant prejudices, cries out at this. "Oh! but I mean a convent where nobody believes in anything." On that note the book ends. We have ceased to believe because we have ceased to accept suffering. What Twilight Sleep does for the body, the Higher Thought does for the mind. Some comfort, if not peace, may be secured by denying pain and evil, but reality is lost as is God. What is modern America but a well organised and liberally financed denial of the God of

its fathers? An attempt made to replace Him by the cult of the internal combustion engine must fail.

It is not, however, the defects of the American people that Mrs. Wharton is attacking. As usual, she is wholly concerned with the class whose wealth, great and not too recently acquired, entitles them to dominate society. What distinguishes that class from similar in other countries, what makes the American plutocrat different from the English or German, is a superlative silliness. The simplicity that gives so much strength and keenness to the average American is always likely to collapse into something absurd. When allied with excessive wealth it is nearly certain to do so. Any country could produce a middle-aged woman as futile and fussy as Pauline; a young woman as futile and vicious. The 100 per cent. silliness is something as yet achieved only across the Atlantic. Doubtless Mrs. Wharton has feathered her criticism with a little exaggeration. One hopes so, at least. The fact that a set could be open to such caricature is really enough to persuade one that it is deserved. No Forsyte may have been as dull and greedy as Mr. Galsworthy pretends, but dullness and greediness must have been two of the family attributes. One does not caricature a long-nosed man by representing him with a snub.

"Twilight Sleep" impresses me as the best book Mrs. Wharton has done since "The House of Mirth." The plot firmly retains the interest of the reader, the detail is never excessive, the climax is treated with skill, and the moral is pointed with great delicacy.

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A famous American author at home. Harold Bell Wright with "Don," his favorite dog. Photo from Wide World Photos.

## God and the Groceryman

By HAROLD BELL WRIGHT

*(To be published early in July)*

In this new story Harold Bell Wright carries forward the message of his tremendously successful "The Shepherd of the Hills" and "The Calling of Dan Matthews." "God and the Groceryman," completing the trilogy, is a powerful protest against the modern tendency to set denominational considerations above the teachings of pure Christianity.

An average American business man of today, the groceryman of the story, is shown confronted with problems such as are being faced by countless other average citizens of the age. Joe Paddock is an ordinary, common'sace, public-spirited resident of a hustling city—a man typical of his class. Husband, father and churchman, country-bred and thoroughly grounded in religion of the old-fashioned type, the narrative shows him plunged into a maelstrom of events brought about by the introduction into his community and his family life of substitutes for the true Gospel. The lack of genuine religious feeling in the service of the modern "successful" church: the efforts of clergymen to induce people to "join"; the competition between churches; the attempts of ministers to vie with popular entertainers in capturing the interest of young people—all these phases of modern religion enter into this intensely gripping story. Harold Bell Wright in "God and the Groceryman" gives a masterly review of the church in its relation to present-day society. And in his story he shows

how a realization comes to Joe Paddock and his friends of what it will take to restore religion to its rightful place in the life of the younger generation. A revival of the sincere, dignified worship of a half century ago, with the working out of complete freedom from materialism and from denominational influences becomes the ideal of Joe Paddock. And it is to the accomplishment of this ideal that Dan Matthews, now become great in wealth and power, bends all his effort.

Joe Paddock himself; his wife Laura, the ambitious social climber; his daughter Georgia, the product of a jazz-mad age but essentially good at heart; Astell, the dilettante and promoter of cults; Jack Ellery, the live-wire young business man, like Georgia a product of the times but like her also a searcher after truth; Henry Winston, the plain-spoken man of business; John Saxton, the faithful servitor; Dan Matthews, his chief, whose resolution to establish a state of affairs which will set the lives of all these people to rights and restore Christianity to its proper place in modern life—all play their parts in a story which sets a new mark in the attainment of America's famous novelist.

Harold Bell Wright has become known to his public as a man with a vision—a man close to humanity and its problems. Possessed of a profound religious conviction and a mastery of the art of romance, Mr. Wright has captured the imaginations and touched the emotions of millions of readers. And it is in "God and the Groceryman" that the art of the great novelist finds its highest expression. The two earlier books, "The Shepherd of the Hills" and "The Calling of Dan Matthews," were distinguished by a humanity and a simple effectiveness that won for their author the largest audience that any writer has ever had. Through the stories shone a sentiment that won all hearts, and in those books the plea for basic Christianity stirred men and women in every city and hamlet in the land. And in "God and the Groceryman" Harold Bell Wright has written a novel that faces constructively the question: "Is God being crowded out of American life?"

*June—The month of weddings.*

For the bride who will keep house: "Treasures of a Hundred Cooks" by Mary Allen Hulbert ($2.50), "The Home Maker and Her Job" by Lillian M. Gilbreth ($1.75), "Table Service for the Hostess" by Edna Sibley Tipton (Illustrated, $1.50), "Half Hours in the Kitchenette" by G. F. Scotson-Clark ($1.00), "Reducing Menus for the Hostess of Today" by Edna Sibley Tipton ($1.00).

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## Twilight Sleep

By EDITH WHARTON

Edith Wharton in this novel of New York life has chosen a theme pre-eminently fitted to her hand. "Twilight Sleep" is a searching study of life in the fashionable world, finely planned and executed throughout with all of Mrs. Wharton's consummate skill. The brilliance, wit, broad culture and perfection of style which this author's public have learned to expect from her novels all distinguish "Twilight Sleep" in lavish measure.

The story, as suggested by its striking title, tells of the lengths to which the pampered, luxury-loving moneyed class will go to avoid facing the disagreeable realities of life. Pauline Manford, brilliant society leader, sponsor of every new fad and "movement," yet a loyal wife and mother with a tremendous family pride, is the leading figure. "Pauline is one of those women," says Harry Hanson of the New York World, "that Mrs. Wharton can describe with a sympathetic irony that makes you understand her." Nona, the daughter, is the balance wheel of Pauline's whirling little world—Nona, of whom her father says, "She is as safe as a bank and as jolly as a cricket." Lita, vain, pleasurable-loving, possessed of intense energy and a consuming restlessness—a curiously appealing figure—is another example of Mrs. Wharton's skill in portrature. Then there are the men of the story—Dexter Manford, a successful lawyer and Pauline's husband, with Jim, the devoted husband of Lita, and Arthur, his impractical artist father—all sympathetic characters, drawn in sure and telling lines.

"Pauline," we read in the story itself, "excelled in a judicious blending of Wall Street and Bohemia, and her particular art lay in her selection of the latter element. . . . No one else in New York had so accomplished a cook, or such skill in group-

ing about her table persons not only eminent in wealth or fashion, but likely to find pleasure in each other's society. In the organizing and administration of a big dinner she was conscious of mastery." And as Pauline contrived that her dinners should be flawless in cuisine and in conduct, so she managed to secure against every appearance of unpleasantness. The narrative shows her seizing upon each newest and "best" philosophy, remedy and sophistication as it appears. Fortified with these she makes it seem that all is for the best in a best possible world. These people all live in a realm of "twilight sleep" where no harsh truth can enter. Meanwhile a state of affairs is impending which means the wreck of their happiness. It takes a cataclysm to open their eyes to the perils of their way of living. Tragedy is narrowly averted; they save themselves and waken at last from their false security to face reality.

This is a novel built around an idea which has set all the world to thinking. And yet Mrs. Wharton expounds no thesis—she is too much the artist for that. She is a novelist, and one with a powerful story to tell. "Twilight Sleep" is Edith Wharton writing in her happiest vein.

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The Hoop

By J. C. SNAITH

This new novel by the author of "The Unde-
feated," "The Sailor," and other novels, centers
about the life of a young girl who becomes a great
prima donna. In Esme Goodchild, the heroine of
the story, Mr. Snaith has created a character of
commanding vitality.

Esme is shown first as the daughter of a prosper-
ous English merchant. Heedless of parental oppo-
sition, she achieves a sensational début at the age
of nineteen. The praise of local society and the
homage of young Lord Clarence failing to satisfy
her, she determines upon a world career and de-
parts with characteristic fervor for the Continent.
Here she matches her wits with those of a formid-
able group of impresarios, directors and producers
and makes herself a world-famous figure. And now,
her ambition attained, there comes to the restless
and insatiable Esme the realization that the oper-
atic world has nothing further to offer her. "What
is there left?" she asks—and in this question Mr.
Snaith's story reaches a climax.

Besides being a story remarkable for its vivid-
ness and dramatic intensity, "The Hoop" is an
authentic portrayal of the life that goes on behind
the scenes of the world's great opera houses—of
the conniving, the strangle for supremacy and the
sound knowledge of business tactics that go into
the making of an operatic career.

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Lois

By LAURENCE W. MEYNELL

The social and political future of England has
become a matter of such uncertain speculation that
it is of unusual interest to read Laurence W.
Meynell's witty and prophetic novel about an
upheaval which the future may very well witness
in that unsettled country unless some manner of
relief is found for present conditions.

Lois, the protagonist of the story, is a woman of compelling beauty and great talent, who is so fired with ambition and so avaricious for power that she ruthlessly imperils everyone with whom she comes in contact. In her Mr. Meynell has created a striking portrait of an intense individualist. It is Lois who urges Anthony, an appealing young man typical of the best English tradition, to enter politics. It is she who elects him to parliament, and through him tries to sway political events as she chooses.

Bitterly opposed to all that Lois desires for her-
self and for her country, is a revolutionary faction
that daily grows stronger and more menacing. In
the account of the momentous events that take
place when both sides are incensed to the point of
strife, Mr. Meynell has produced a story that holds
the reader tense—immovable in the wake of on-
rushing, inevitable happenings.

"A good book to take to the seashore," remarks 'Children, the Magazine for Parents,' about "Children of the Tide" by Daniel Henderson. "It tells in interesting conversational style how to find sea shells and the strange little people who live in them and other sea wonders." $1.50

June 24th is the one hundred and twenty-fifth anniversary of the birth of Alexander Dumas. The beautiful, thin paper, single volume edition of "The Three Musketeers," called the Leloir Edition, brings the great romancer's work in the most attractive form possible to the present generation. The illustrations by Maurice Leloir (250 of them) perfectly seize the spirit of Dumas' masterpiece. ($3.00)

William Cullen Bryant, poet and editor, died on
June twelfth, fifty-six years ago. Appleton publishes
his works in two editions: "The Poetical Works,"
Roslyn Edition ($3.50), Household Edition ($2.25).

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The Drums of Aulone

By ROBERT W. CHAMBERS

"It is full of the colorful, virile style that is so much a part of the work of Mr. Chambers, and once you have opened the book and read a few lines, it seems a real task to put it aside before you have concluded the story."—The Boston Globe.

"The story is told in the first person by the heroine. . . . Mr. Chambers has caught the tone of a girl's narrative beautifully and she speaks with distinction and grace."—The New York Times Book Review.

"A real lusty tale of adventure. . . . The book is one of those where the writer is writing merely for the joy of telling an entertaining tale. . . . I found the 'Drums of Aulone' altogether refreshing."—The Birmingham News.

"Ever so often comes along a novel with just the elements of glamour, adventure, romance and love that a world of readers has been wanting. . . . 'The Drums of Aulone' is notably such a book."—The Detroit News.

"A vivid, picturesque and altogether entertain-
ing novel."—The Philadelphia Public Ledger.

"As a teller of historical romances Chambers is the peer of modern authors and he is at his best in this work."—The Los Angeles Record.

"Throughout the narrative the episodes are excitingly related and the characters vividly described."—The Newark Evening News.

In a New York Post review of "Penelope and Other Poems" by Sister M. Madeleena ($1.25) we read: "Her verse at its best is clear, strong and beautifully wrought. Her feeling of rhythm is subtle and fastidious. Her expression is simple, and is the better for it. She is in fact, a lyric poet of high order. Opposite the title page appears the Nihil Obstat of the Censor Liborum, with Signature, and the sanction of Patrick Cardinal Hayes. But let no heathen therefore feel that the book is out of his reach, anyone who likes good poetry may read 'Penelope.'"

June 29, 1895, Thomas H. Huxley died. Appleton
was the first to publish Huxley's works in America.

June 3—Memorial Day in Louisiana and Tennessee. "A History of the People of the United States during Lincoln's Administration" by John Bach McMaster ($5.00) gives an accurate and vivid picture of the South during the Civil War.

Recent Fiction

In its first month "I Think I Remember" by Magdalen King-Hall is repeating the success of its predecessor, "The Diary of a Young Lady of Fashion." The present book written with the same sparkling gaiety that marked the "Diary," burlesques the pompous, self important, and talky autobiographies that the great and near-great are writing in such number these days.

Lorine Pruette in "Saint in Ivory" not only tells a haunting story of a great woman, she vividly recreates a distant and interesting period and gives it a vitality few modern backgrounds possess. The time of Genevieve was the time of Attila and Clovis when the Roman Empire had almost collapsed and different tribes were struggling for possession of what is now modern France. It was a time of changing and conflicting religions and Genevieve is exposed to the bland indifferences of the Romans, the driving fury of the dispossessed Druids and their human sacrifices, and the fatalism of the Norse religion.

André Maurois in "Bernard Quesnay" has proven his ability to write fiction as powerful and as delightful as his celebrated biographical studies, "Ariel" and "Mape."

"The Perilous Quest" by T. A. Niccolls has been receiving hearty endorsement from lovers of bold adventure. It is a tale of a search for treasure that takes the reader from a small English hamlet of the forty-niners, and uncharted islands of the Pacific.

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Silhouette portrait of George Eliot as a girl—from "George Eliot and Her Times"

## George Eliot and Her Times

By ELIZABETH S. HALDANE

"Miss Haldane, in her summaries of the novels, has accomplished a good piece of criticism and she relates them clearly to the various currents of Victorian fiction and nineteenth century thought. . . . Her portrait of Lewes is the best we have come across of the man whom Swinburne called 'the psuedo-sophical psuedo-philosopher.'"—The New York Sun.

"There was certainly need for such a clear, sound, explicit and compact chronicle, interspersed as it is with frequent comments, with analyses of one after another of George Eliot's works of fiction, with pen portraits of the people who were a part of her life, and with graphic descriptions of the diverse scenes of city and country, in England and on the continent, in the midst of which she moved from year to year."—The Boston Evening Transcript.

## Oxford Poetry, 1926

Edited by C. T. PLUMB and W. H. ARDEN

The verse that annually makes up "Oxford Poetry" has been carefully selected from all the poetry written during the year by the young writers of England's great university. English critics who have read "Oxford Poetry 1926" see in its pages an unusually high standard of poetic excellence. One finds here the finish, the respect for the laws of verse which Oxford teaches as well as the newer tendencies in verse.

## American Medicine and the People's Health

By HARRY H. MOORE

Why were there 100,000 cases of smallpox in the United States in 1921, when this is a preventable disease? . . . For what reason are approximately 30 per cent of all confinements attended by midwives, a large proportion of them illiterate and superstitious? . . . Why is adequate medical service available in the main, only to the poor and rich? . . . What should be done regarding the universal tendency of physicians to abandon rural districts in favor of cities? . . .

These are but a few of the numerous problems of medicinal service that constantly grow in importance and demand the attention of physicians and laymen.

"American Medicine and the People's Health" is not intended as propaganda for compulsory health insurance, state medicine, or any other panacea whatsoever. On the contrary it is for the reader who is seeking a disinterested presentation of facts as a basis for a rational judgment. The book offers clear definition and suggestive interpretation of a problem of utmost consequence not only to the profession of medicine, but to society as a whole.

## The World's Meat

By ROBERT JAMES McFALL

"The World's Meat" is the first comprehensive economic discussion of meat in all parts of the habitable earth. It presents the outstanding facts and problems regarding the meat requirements of man, both individually and collectively, and the present and prospective production of meat.

## The Inner World of Childhood

By FRANCES G. WICKES

A student of Jung's and herself a practicing psychologist has in this book investigated the deeper problems of childhood. In simple, understandable language she brings the resources of modern psychology to bear upon situations such as baffle the average intelligent parent.

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## Nature Trails

By DIETRICH LANGE

From his rich store of experience in Montana and the Great Dismal Swamp in Virginia, in the Highlands of the Hudson, on the plains of North Dakota and in the great spruce forests of Ontario, Dietrich Lange has written this unique volume of stories and articles. The sketches which have risen from the author's keen observation on farms and city gardens are in no way less interesting than the stories of forest and wild life.

Included in the sketches are glimpses of various kinds of wild bird and animal life, stories about plants and trees, and observations on camping. "Nature Trails" is liberally illustrated with photographs the author has taken himself.

Dietrich Lange is known to youthful readers and nature lovers through such of his books as "In the Great Wild North" and "The Gold Rock of the Chippewa."

Few readers will be able to resist the multiple appeal of this book, for in its presentation of the French Pyrenees and its people it rivals the best of travel books; in its story of the prehistoric caves it offers an exciting element of exploration; and the delightful manner in which the chapters are written and the illustrations leave nothing to be desired.

The two authors had an extraordinarily eventful summer exploring the caves, in tracing the successive races that had lived in them, and in discovering on their own account a grotto that yielded important relics.

By MARY ALLEN HULBERT

Jerusalem artichoke chips, Mexican olla padrida, oveos rancheros, East Indian meat balls, Bengal curry, Creole vinegar, German spicing for pot roast, zabajone, chocolate Espagnole, New Orleans pralines—such names in the index of this unique cook book offer prompt solutions for the difficulties of the hostess who is at her wit's end trying to recall a striking, unusual dish, or some special treat. The carefully exact and simple directions insure the success of these dishes and make this collection a treasure indeed for the cook who is a connoisseur of good food and enjoys creating it.

## The Psychology of Personality

By P. F. VALENTINE

Personality is being discussed at the present time more than ever before. A new conception of the complex problem of the nature of personality, its elements and growth has been formed by philosophers, educators, scientists and psychologists. This volume sets forth in a scholarly and readable manner the modern findings in the seeming

The Hill of Montardit, an Illustration from "Primitive Hearths in the Pyrenees."

mystery of personality—with all that present day psychology knows about the make up and development of personality.

"The Psychology of Personality" is not to be confused with the flood of pseudo-scientific books on the subject. At every step this volume is sound and scientific and invites the attention of every thinking person.

## The Skin

By ALBERT STRICKLER, M.D.

There is hardly anyone who at some time or other has not suffered some skin affliction. A popular book on the care and treatment of the skin such as this by Dr. Strickler is needed. "The Skin: Care and Treatment" is a sound, scientific book that will enable the layman to cure minor affliction of the skin, hair and nails and to properly care for them himself.

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## Illustrations of the Methods of Reasoning

By DANIEL SOMMER ROBINSON

Working from the conviction that the teaching of facts without any idea of stimulating thought is a perverse neglect of the real object of education Daniel Sommer Robinson has produced "Illustrations of the Methods of Reasoning," a volume invaluable as a supplement to any text in logic or orientation course text. Everyone interested in logic or general science will welcome this stimulating and scholarly source book. None of the readings included have ever appeared in any extant text-book in logic. All are new and all have been written by experts in making science interesting to laymen. At the beginning of each chapter a brief statement is made of the method of reasoning exemplified in that chapter, followed by a list of readings on that method and by definite instructions on what to do with the examples.

## Among the Authors

André Maurois, perhaps best known in America through his "Ariel," a biographical portrait of She"ey, and his novel, "Bernard Quesnay," will be here for two months next fall. Lectures in French and English have been already arranged at Princeton, Yale, Columbia, Harvard, College of the City of New York and Rutgers. His subjects include: "le caractere Anglais vu par un Français," "la différence entre esprit et humeur," "la jeune

Laurence W. Meynell, author of "Lois" and "Mockbeggar."

J. C. Snaith, author of "The Hoop," "The Undefeated," "What Is To Be," etc.

litterature Française," "France et Angleterre," "la poesie du cinema," and "Shelley."

Magdalen King-Hall whose recent burlesque, "I Think I Remember," is winning great popularity, at present lives in her family home on the Irish coast. Her home is a picturesque castle and figured prominently in "The Diary of a Young Lady of Fashion."

James Warner Bellah in the past few years has traveled widely as a sailor, a newspaper reporter, an aviator and a lumberman. He is now living in New York where he writes copy for an advertising agency and teaches English at Columbia University. His new novel, "These Frantic Years," is a witty, penetrating book, touched with the rush and disquiet of the years since the war.

A. Hyatt Verrill in his work for the Museum of the American Indian is completing a trip through Peru, Chile, Argentina, Falk Islands and Brazil, after which he will sail for a vacation in Europe. In "The American Indian" Mr. Verrill has given a complete study of the aboriginal races of both the American continents, including their history, customs, arts, crafts, religion and tribal characteristics. The work upon which the book is based has taken him to remote districts and to dwell with little known tribes.

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Joseph C. Lincoln, as is his custom every summer, is about to leave his Philadelphia home to stay for several months on Cape Cod, a region he has immortalized by his popular novels.

Susan Ertz, author of "The Wind of Complication," is resting at her country place in England and planning another novel.

J. C. Snaith, whose novel "The Hoop" appears this month, is living in London.

"Perhaps the most embarrassing thing that will happen to us after death will be that almost immediately we shall be required to fill in a form giving autobiographical details of our lives," writes Laurence W. Meynell, author of the newly published novel, "Lois." "There we shall sit, in some vague, unsubstantial antechamber, biting a celestial pen and feeling mighty foolish."

"For what are the material details of one's life and what do they amount to? We are born (I was, in 1899); we go to school (I did, and learned something in spite of it); we do incomprehensible things, written for us in our stars, like joining the Army (I did, in 1917); we emerge more or less our sane selves again and take up the daily business of life; meals, work, sleep.

"But are these dull facts a man's life?"

"Assuredly not. They are no more than the hard, unfeeling brass hooks on which is hung the silken tapestry, beautiful or beastly of his own weaving. The tapestry of his experiences, of his discovery of, and reaction to, the thoughts of others, the rare moments when he can touch truth with great minds, the rarer when he can see for an instant the vision of the simple. A man's true biography should hardly mention when he was born or when he died, it should be concerned rather with the date on which he first read 'The Hound of Heaven,' the length of his affection for peerless Helen of 'high, smoking Troy,' the moment when he first began to laugh with Shakespeare, his stunned bewilderment at the interior of Winchester Cathedral, his first conscious remembrance of scent and of the memories of scent—if I have to look back on the important things of my life I should pick out such things as these as being foremost among them. And yet, I suppose if all history were written on these lines it would be unsatisfactorily inexact.

"I have told you parenthetically when I was born and I cannot pretend that I remember much more about that particular incident, but I do recall that even as a child I always had a passion for writing, so that through boyhood, through college

days, through the army, and through subsequent beginnings of a professional career I kept the idea of 'turning author' as a sort of inevitably desirable star in front of me.

"Eventually, when I was twenty-four, I realized my ambition with 'Mockbeggar' and now my second book, 'Lois,' is to be published. So far I have lived principally in England, but I hope soon to spend a year or so on the continent—but to a large extent that depends on how many Americans buy 'Lois!' My photograph will show you how far short I fall of the typical author as conceived by the great general public. I do not smoke a pipe, nor do I wear extraordinary clothes and I never neglect to have my hair cut; on the other hand, I do occasionally go for long solitary hikes of a hundred miles or so by myself and I have an objectionable habit when alone, of singing snatches of song in one of the most unmelodious voices ever conferred upon man.

"I do not claim for 'Lois' that it is inspired, merely that it is interesting; it is not in any way a testament, merely a tale. The idea of it was suggested to me by a member of the British aristocracy who, so far as I am aware, has not the slightest suspicion that the book exists."

Susan Ertz, author of "The Wind of Complication," "After Noon," "Madame Claire," etc.

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BOOK-SELLING AND BOOK-LENDING

By D. J. HALL.

Our contributor follows up the article by Mr. Leslie Stuart which appeared in our issue for May 6, and claims that book-selling and book- lending are very closely allied and largely dependent on one another.

T
oo true, fortunes are not made in the
retail bookselling business to-day. The
man who thinks he can accumulate
wealth in distributing books alone
doomed to a disappointment; he might eke of
something more than a bare existence, but never
a fortune.

There is a ready sale for good literature, popular
classics are always selling, and many new works
quickly run through several editions, affording
sufficient proof that some booksellers have a
clientele for good books.

Publishers who, with a booming of guns, inflict
upon us a cargo of trash; literature are doing
much to kill the book trade. The reading public
reveals a shyness to be caught the second time,
they are thus driven to the libraries, where for
a few pence they can obtain proof—whether a
certain book warrants all that has been said about
it in the Press.

Many library readers have been known to re-
turn a book one day and on the following day
to purchase a copy of the book, on sale in the shop.
By this example one would feel inclined to say
that a library department is an asset to a book-
selling business.

A prospective book customer is completely at
a variance to an intending purchaser of wearing
apparel or food stuffs. Booksellers cannot permit
the reading of two or three chapters as an aid to
a decision. It may happen that a popular author
has just written a new book, and the publishers
will boom it, but when a perusal of the book
reveals the fact that it falls considerably short of
the author's high standard, the author suffers
a big drop in the public estimation. The reading
public are not to be hoodwinked; a good book
is soon voiced round, and a demand for it is
stimulated; public opinion counts, every time.

Cheap editions of popular books are still in
great demand. The three and sixpenny, half-a-
crown and two shilling editions are good sellers.
Libraries have certainly not killed the sale of
these popular editions—sales which must run
into many thousands, a proof that there is still
some life left in the bookselling trade. Recently
a publishing house issued a catalogue; a book-
seller sent a copy to a client whom he thought
it would interest, a prompt response was forth-
coming in the shape of an order for two books.
The bookseller's disgust can be well imagined
when he finds he can only procure one of the
books. The second book will not be ready for
some time. Needless to say the customer was
annoyed. An incident of this sort lets the book-
seller down rather badly.

Anything in an attractive cover or catchy title
is not good enough for a library now-a-days.

Frequenters to this department quickly broad-
cast the facts when a book is not worth reading.
A book of this description may earn a few pence,
but nothing more, in ninety-nine per cent. of cases
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In the majority of towns a library can only
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marginal profit; but because he proves himself
alert he may way implies that he is suffering from
a decline in the bookselling business—far from it.
The appearance of his shop will give the idea that
he is more a book salesman than a book lender.
Let us hope that the day when circumstances will
be altered are along, long way ahead.

NATIONAL BOOK COUNCIL.

The following is taken from the prizewinning
essay, "Books I Should Like to Possess," won by
M. R. J. H. Thomson of Wellington College,
Berks. The prize—three guineas' worth of books—
has been forwarded, and consisted of Ponting's
"The Great White South," Hugo's "Les
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"Now I have stocked the shelves of my
library. Although the pleasure of doing this is
hardly as tangible as that of doing it in reality,
it gives me the less a pleasure. Indeed, I have
enjoyed writing this essay more than the reader
will enjoy perusing it. Building castles in Spain
is always a fascinating pastime, and when the
castles are concerned with books it is doubly so.

"In closing, I can only say that in my opinion every man who can afford it should have his own library, and most people can afford it in these days of cheap editions, and those who cannot should take advantage of the many public lending libraries. A library of one's own provides an interesting and inexhaustible hobby. There are many different sides. The man with a collector's instinct can find an outlet for it by collecting rare volumes. He who likes a gamble may have it by attempting to pick out the books whose first editions will eventually become valuable. The art connoisseur can specialise in rich and beautiful bindings. And lastly, the ordinary person who likes to find himself among silent companions, to be master of any of the Muses at will, finds his heart's desire in a well-equipped library."

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THE DAILY NEWS, FRIDAY, JUNE 24, 1927.

TWILIGHT SLEEP
by EDITH WHARTON

"The best book Mrs. Wharton has done since 'The House of Mirth.' The plot firmly retains the interest of the reader, the detail is never excessive, the climax is treated with skill, and the moral is pointed with great delicacy."—The Outlook. 7/6
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Cutting from issue dated... 5...JULY...1927............192

A Society Satire.

Edith Wharton's latest novel "Twilight Sleep" (Appleton, 7s. 6d. net), is a satire on New York Society and a satire that in a lesser degree is applicable to the same circle in any other country. Only one girl in Miss Wharton's book is capable of looking at life honestly; the other characters, chief among them Pauline Manford, fill up their minds with engagements, causes and quack mysticism from the East, until they have smothered all those unpleasant facts they do not want to face. Pauline suffers by being Miss Wharton's target. She combines in rather too exaggerated a fashion all the self-delusion of her kind. The other characters are allowed to be individuals as well as types, and with them Miss Wharton shows herself the greater artist.

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By EDITH WHARTON, Apple-

It goes without saying that a novel by Mrs. Wharton is an American story at its best—neither too sentimental nor too melodramatic, as are so many of the American stories published in England—but giving a real, and vivid panorama of the breathless life of Fifth Avenue. *Twilight Sleep* contains at least three fine pieces of characterization, and especially the presentment of a materfamilias of Manhattan, half modern, half Victorian, padded in luxury, blown about by every wind of novelty, and yet watching with a maternal eye the happiness of her husband and children. The story is a novel in the same sense as *Vanity Fair*: it is a rich slice of American life with neither definite beginning nor cynical conclusion; but it is highly successful, even though (as we think) its authoress is just a shade contemptuous of all her three chief woman characters.

THE OBSERVER, SUNDAY, JUNE 12, 1927.

TWILIGHT SLEEP

by EDITH WHARTON

A novel of the fashionable world of to-day, tense and haunting, brilliantly told. A book worthy to rank with "The Age of Innocence."

D. APPLETON & CO.

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27 MAY 1927

Setting from issue dated..................19

In "Twilight Sleep," to be issued on June 3rd by Messrs. Appleton, Mrs. Wharton has chosen and used in her own glowing fashion a universal theme—the results of that desire, which most of us feel in some degree, to protect ourselves from the cruel actualities of life, to delude and drug ourselves so that no unpleasantness or pain can be felt. She has taken a group of luxury loving men and women, exhibited their innumerable devices for eliminating mental and physical pain, revealed their personalities, and then shown them for once faced with reality, wakened from their state of self-delusion.

THE MANCHESTER GUARDIAN WEEKLY, FRIDAY, JUNE 24, 1927.

TWILIGHT SLEEP

by EDITH WHARTON

"All the characters live and the setting is glitteringly exact. Mrs. Wharton has written a fine book, alive in every page, and intensely interesting from start to finish."—Daily Mail. 7s. 6d.

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The central figure of Mrs. Wharton's new novel is a wealthy woman in middle life, married happily enough to a second husband after divorcing her first, and living complacently in a world of activities more or less conspicuous and chiefly futile. She is tremendously efficient within her limits, and enjoys a serene conviction that she can handle lives, her own and others, as adequately as she does household affairs, social crises, and committees; and can wave aside sorrow and suffering with the same smiling authority. She devotes herself with no conscious insincerity to fads and causes, some of them scarcely compatible. Mrs. Wharton even risks a descent to the farcical in the amusing scene where the lady's memory for one terrible moment plays her false and she finds herself opening an address to the assembled Mother's Day Meeting in words intended for next week's Birth Control Dinner. She recovers herself with a gasp in the nick of time and switches gallantly into "This is what our enemies will say—" and the sensational beginning goes far toward making the occasion a brilliant success. It is delightful; but could it have happened? One is not sure, and there are other moments when, despite the force and finish with which she is portrayed, Mrs. Manford seems rather the too perfect specimen of

a type than an actual woman. That the type itself is all too real no one will doubt. The two husbands, the daughter of the second, the son of the first, his wife, the Italian cousin with no money and an ancient title—these and others form a highly sophisticated circle of complex relations and reactions such as Mrs. Wharton knows so well how to depict. A sorry circle it is, seeking for the most part smoothness, comfort, pleasure, with little sense of the larger and higher values of life. Dreams pass through the twilight sleep in which such people wrap themselves against reality, but they rarely come true; when the sleepers do awake it is oftenest to tragic disillusion, or, like Mrs. Manford, after one aghast glimpse, to close their eyes again as quickly and as tight as possible.

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SOCIAL satire has its uses, but if the moneyed men and women of New York are such as Mrs. Edith Wharton pictures in her *Twilight Sleep* (Appleton, 7s. 6d.), it will require something more vehement than her subtle pages to rouse them to treat life more seriously. The book is as cleverly conceived and written as anything this very gifted authoress has given us, but the people she portrays are, with one exception, fit only to be fuel of fire. The publishers assure us that it is "a story typical of the present generation of those who live along Fifth Avenue." If they speak truly it follows that the men and women of the best circles of American society look on this world only as a place to play in, and on difficulty and self-sacrifice and the like as things from which to fly—to anywhere and anything so long as pain and effort are escaped. Even the one character in the tale who shows an appreciation of the realities of life is capable of no higher hope than for a restful convent of some sort where nobody believes in anything. So in New York, as elsewhere, where wealth has accumulated, men are decaying; and if you like pictures of decaying things you will like this book. If you don't you won't.

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TWILIGHT SLEEP, by Edith Wharton.
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Mrs. Wharton is one of the most
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from her pen is a literary event,

In this book she portrays a set of moneyed people in New York who pass a considerable part of their useless existence in avoiding pain, either physical or mental. They believe of life as one of the characters believes of chidbirth—"Of course there ought to be no Pain . . . nothing but Beauty . . . It ought to be one of the lovliest, most poetic things in the world to have a baby."

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even though all the wealth of Croesus
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people of whom Mrs. Wharton writes
are made to understand this fact.

The trouble with these people is
that they live abnormal lives. To
quote :

"All those rest-cures, massages, rhythmic exercises, devised to restore the health of people who would have been as sound as bells if only they had led normal lives! Like that fool of a woman spreading her blond splendour so uselessly at his side, who couldn't walk upstairs because she had danced all night! Pauline was just like that—never walked upstairs, and then had to do gymnastics, and have osteopathy, and call in Hindu sages, to prevent her muscles from getting atrophied.

"He had a vision of his mother,
out on the Minnesota farm, before
they moved into Delos—saw her
sowing, digging potatoes, feeding
chickens; saw her kneading, baking,
cooking, washing, mending, catching
and harnessing the half-broken colt
to drive twelve miles in the snow
for the doctor, one day when all the
men were away, and his little sister
had been so badly scalded . . . and
there the old lady sat at Delos, in
her nice little brick house, in her
hale and hearty old age, built to
outlive them all.

TWILIGHT SLEEP.

In her new book, TWILIGHT SLEEP (Appleton, 7s. 6d. net), Mrs. Edith Wharton has once more produced, with supreme competence, a picture of New York luxury lives, men, and women whose days are softly padded with many thicknesses of dollars, who command service and protection because they are so rich, and who assiduously avoid any contact with what is disagreeable and painful. We are taken into the household of Pauline and Dexter Manford, shown them as they live, meet their friends, discover much that they do not know about themselves or each other, and then the door is softly closed and we are left pondering the miracle of civilization. Mrs. Wharton exhibits with an amused irony the English butler, the orchids; the secretary who slaves at telephone and typewriter over Mrs. Manford's daily programme, the glorious Gainsborough over the dining-room mantelpiece ("which Pauline sometimes almost mistook for an ancestral portrait"), all the appointments of a perfectly run establishment—with the usual special mention of bathrooms which the bath-conscious American never omits—which serves as background for the self-cherishing owners.

The family ramifications include a former
husband of Pauline's, Arthur Wyant, visited
and petted by herself, her two children (one
of them Wyant's son) and her present
husband; poor Arthur is humorously known
as "Exhibit A," a name which he does not
appear to resent, and why he does not go to
Manford's house and shine at Pauline's dinner-
parties is a mystery of the social code known
only to those concerned. She looks upon him
as a responsibility, although she has divorced
him not only because he is a muddled and
futile person but because, when she was having
a rest-cure in California, he had had an
"affair" with a cousin, and "immorality no
high-minded woman could condone." Mrs.
Wharton has added in Pauline Manford a
notable portrait to her gallery of society
women. She is moral and kind and cultured.
Her outside is perfectly cared for, her mind
fed with appropriate food, she relaxes, she
withdraws, she visualizes the beauty that she
hopes to radiate, she never has an idle
moment. Contrasted with her elaborate
artificiality is the fresh candour of her
daughter Nona, and the animal naturalness
of her daughter-in-law, Lita, a vivid
sketch of the new youth alternating between
luxurions idleness and a passion for some-
thing like professional skill in half a dozen
games, ignoring any claims of husband or
child the instant either becomes tiresome.

Dexter Manford is half in love with her, and
she readily plays with fire. Scandal is
averted by Nona, and Lita and her husband
sail for Europe, the usual refuge of those in
temporary social discomfort. Dexter and
Pauline go to Egypt. Nona, the only person
in the picture who has principle and feeling,
is left bitterly disillusioned wishing she could
retire into a convent "where nobody believed
anything." Mrs. Wharton is exceedingly cruel
in her satire, unsparing to the ageing woman,
and not much kinder to the young. The world
of self-delusion, of "twilight sleep," seems to
her so horrible that at times she can scarcely
laugh at it. She sets it brilliantly before her
readers, writing with such certainty and
vigour that their senses anyhow will not be
lulled.

Birmingham Gazette and Express

186-188 Corporation Street, Birmingham.

7. JULY. 1927. 192

MRS. WHARTON'S NEW NOVEL.

"TWILIGHT SLEEP," By Edith Wharton. (Appleton, 7s. 6d.)

A new novel by Edith Wharton is always
an event. It goes without saying that
"Twilight Sleep" is written in beautiful
English, and with wonderful insight and
observation. It is so full of clever touches
that one wants to quote and quote again.

This story of a group of wealthy
Americans of the present day—men and
women who are afraid to face pain and
suffering or any of the hard realities of
life, men and women who, on the whole,
have decent instincts, but who, with the
exception of one splendid girl, have very
little moral fibre—leaves one with a sense
of disillusion and discouragement. It is
not a happy book.

THE TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT, THURSDAY, JUNE 16, 1927.

Scotsman 23407

"The best book Mrs Wharton has done since 'The House of Math.' The plot firmly retains the interest of the reader, the detail is never excessive, the climax is treated with skill, and the moral is pointed with great delicacy." —The Outlook

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MRS. EDITH WHARTON's new novel is in some sense a departure, and your appreciation of it will, I think, largely depend on your attitude towards the school of social fiction from which it departs. If this school's reverent preoccupation with the passions and whimsies of the leisured classes never struck you as something rather effeminate, the undeniably cruder and more full-blooded handling of the newcomer will probably set your teeth on edge. If-I state my own case-the Jamesian touch has occasionally seemed a trifle man-millinerish, you may welcome as heartily as I do the profaner attitude of the present book. *Twilight Sleep* (APPLETON) is Mrs. WHARTON's synonym for the atmosphere of plausible pain-shunning in which moneyed men and women, especially moneyed Americans, for the most part envelop themselves. Thanks to plumbers, dentists, oculists and patent religions, the middle-aged stave off the qualms of mortality even more successfully than the young, who have only dancing, athletics and dope to keep them going. *Pauline Manford*, a perfectly poised and efficient fifty, is the protagonist of the first class; *Lita Wyant*, the wife of her son by a divorced husband, the fine flower of the second. An excellent "crowd" includes the most convincingly indigent *Marchesa* I have ever met between boards. The crumbling of *Pauline's* respectable world and its undeniable formative relationship to *Lita's* putrescent one have obviously been studied with all Mrs. WHARTON's accustomed

subtlety. What is novel is the book's broadly comic handling of illustrative episodes. Never before has anything of Mrs. WHARTON's moved me to open laughter, and, if she herself has not shrunk from crowning morbid tragedy with an anti-climax of burlesque, I do not see why I should not admit that I enjoyed the innovation.

The Illustrated London News

16 Essex Street, Strand, W.C.2.

cutting from issue dated....................25 JUNE 1927....................19

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TWILIGHT SLEEP. By EDITH WHARTON. (Appleton; 7s. 6d.)

Edith Wharton stands where "The House of Mirth" placed her, the consummate delineator of spoiled children of fortune in the modern world. There are other expressions of her genius, of course: she has adventured into the fantastic, and she wrote "Ethan Frome." "Twilight Sleep" is one of her masterly novels of New York society. It displays her nationality, her poise, and her great literary gifts to perfection. The social life with which she deals has been speeded up tremendously, and we do not remember that "uplift" appeared in Bertha Dorset's scheme of affairs; there is, possibly, more scope for irony now than there was when Lily Bart dropped out. Mrs. Manford and her circle are futile; and no detail of their elaborate futility eludes observation. They fly from unpleasant realities, from irksome loyalty, from suffering, from painful self-examination. Wealth can achieve miracles . . . very nearly; and these people are the fine product of an America glutted with wealth. Pauline Manford's daily list must be quoted. "7.30, Mental uplift. 7.45, Breakfast. 8, Psycho-analysis. 8.15, See cook. 8.30, Silent meditation. 8.45, Facial massage. 9, Man with Persian miniatures." Mrs. Manford herself, with the best will in the world, could not have disarranged the close mosaic of her engagements. Her daughter, who wanted to speak to her on something rather important (it was tragically important, as it turned out), had been met by her mother's secretary with a gesture of the kindliest denial. It is, you see, the age of twilight sleep, of escape from natural pangs; but an escape made possible only by unceasing activity. There was nothing ruthless about the Manfords; their divorces were arranged to cause as little friction as possible, both at the time and in after-effect. But human nature is queerly resilient, and it sprang back in Mrs. Manford's house to something that was would-be murder, and that succeeded momentarily in disturbing the daily engagement-list. It was gone in a flash, and its inconvenient terrors were scuffled out of sight. And with that, Mrs. Wharton takes leave of her characters, still flying from the things that are unescapable. "Twilight Sleep" is in every respect a brilliant novel.

<table><tr><td>TWILIGHT SLEEP</td></tr><tr><td>By EDITH WHARTON</td></tr><tr><td>"Daily Mail" says:-"Mrs. Wharton as written a fine story, alive in every page, and intensely interesting from start to finish."</td></tr><tr><td>D. Appleton & Co.</td><td>7/6</td></tr></table>

<table><tr><td>LAUREL AND STRAW</td></tr><tr><td>by</td></tr><tr><td>J. SAXON CHILDERS</td></tr><tr><td>"We have read many Oxford novels but none better than this."</td><td>"Oxford Times."</td></tr><tr><td>D. Appleton & Co.</td><td>7/6</td></tr></table>

<table><tr><td>THE DRUMS OF AULONE</td></tr><tr><td>by</td></tr><tr><td>ROBERT W. CHAMBERS</td></tr><tr><td>"A novel to read and to keep."</td><td>Liverpool Courier.</td></tr><tr><td>D. Appleton & Co.</td><td>7/6</td></tr></table>

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Fiction

Twilight Sleep. By Edith Wharton. (Appleton. $2.50.)

How the Old Woman Got Home. By M. P. Shiel. (The Richards Press. 7s. 6d.)

A NEW book by Edith Wharton is always an event, for she is seriously and graciously an English as well as an American novelist. If Henry James taught her much, the strong, rich texture of her art is woven from divinations all her own. With irony, compassion, and pellucid style she compels her highly individualized characters towards the springe of a situation that will reveal them naked, and suffering, and at odds with destiny. So in such books as *Ethan Frome* and *The House of Mirth*. Now, in *Twilight Sleep*, her penetrating vision dwells like an ultra-violet ray on a group of people that refuse even to imagine that they may be ever naked, and suffering, and at odds with destiny. The title of her book is a stigma branded on those who hide from pain behind a hard bright optimism, and narcotize their minds with pseudo-philosophies that dishonour the East. Pauline Manford is one of those wealthy women whose vain and dizzy days of futile activity are soothed by massage and Mahatmas. Round her, the various figures of her family move dissatisfied, yet sigh and refuse decisions. Of course the scenes of artificial social life are brilliantly done; and all these modern caitiffs are conducted with closing implications and gradual innuendoes to the dread moment of ignominy from which Nona the candid saves them-only for more self-delusion, one thinks. But for once the material is not good enough for Mrs. Wharton's elaborate art. The book is too much a *tranche de vie*, and of a life so muffled and atrophied by wealth that it is too dense for her delicate inevitable entanglements. Still, being Edith Wharton's, this is, of course, a notable indictment.

How the Old Woman Got Home is frankly a fantastical tale for fantastical minds. M. P. Shiel is known to the connoisseurs of strange literary flavours. In books like the *Purple Cloud*, with its De Quinceyish climaxes of doom, and *Shapes in the Fire*, where amazing castles are found in the folds of the hills that divide history from fable, he is macabre as Poe, recondite by Baron Corvo, sophisticate as Baudelaire-gives you *un nouveau frisson*, in short. But he also writes merely "sensational" stories. This is a sensational story, though told more or less in his fantastical dialect. Though it passes chiefly in London, it is full of flights, caprices, transformations, irrelevances, mad coincidences-and flights again, always flights, like a feverish dream. The people also are dreamlike, very vivid but hardly lifelike. The hero should be gagged, for he is much too theoretical about the universe. But there are moments of poignant beauty; and when one is most exasperated by some ribald folly of style, the next sentence will offer you a simile as rich as old ambergris, or pure as a cup of water from Elysium. Let only those who

have a taste for the grotesque, the startling, the wilful, the bizarre, read this rushing extravaganza. Such, being patient, will have some surprises of beauty by the way.

RACHEL ANNAND TAYLOR.

NEW NOVELS.

TWILIGHT SLEEP.

By EDITH WHARTON. (Appleton. 7s 6d net.)

The delicate disparagement conveyed in the title more than suits the vein of social satire which Mrs. Wharton has developed in this subtle story. She takes a present-day phase of the New York life she knows so well, but instead of the seemly and reticent family tradition that marked her "Age of Innocence", she gives us a searching picture of a wealthy class that looks on life as a kind of everlasting holiday resort for the indulgence of its love of ease and pleasure. Mrs. Pauline Manford, who has divorced the rather shiftless Arthur Wyant and married Dexter Manford, a thriving lawyer, is the ruler of a coterie all her own, where she gratifies her sense of benevolence without effort to herself, and cultivates an up-to-date enlightenment at the altar of fad and fashion. She has her limitations, therefore, but she is whole-souled in her shallow way to the extent of believing that she is designed by providence to make the most of this best of all possible worlds. Viewing Europe as decadent, she "could conceive of nothing more shocking than a social organisation which did not recognise divorce, and let all kinds of domestic evils fester undisturbed, instead of having people's lives disinfected and whitewashed at intervals, like the cellar."

Almost inevitably, Dexter, in his masterful way, grows tired of his wife's hobby of miscellaneous philanthropy, especially when she finds herself delivering a birth-control speech to a meeting of the Society for Promoting Unlimited Maturity, and at a signal of alarm from her secretary has to turn things round on a sudden to avert a stampede of horror. Dexter finds more interest in the feline charms of Lita Wyant, the daughter-in-law of his wife's previous husband; and Lita's wilfulness in consulting nobody and nothing but her love of dancing and display leads to an abrupt catastrophe. There is a midnight explosion that shatters Pauline's self-complacency, but the cool way in which her English butler pockets the retributive revolver, bustles the servants out of the way, and improvises a burglary to explain the mystery, restores Pauline's equanimity and achieves the author's effect without resort to crude materialism or shock. Nona, the daughter of the house, has stepped in between her misguided father and the vengeful Arthur, and catches the bullet in her arm. She packs her father and mother off to Europe for a holiday, and settles down to a quiet rest with the wish that she could enter some sort of convent where there was no need to believe in anything. She is the one character that saves this card-castle of disillusion from collapse; and slightly as she is drawn, she brings into the story that touch of genius which is never absent from Mrs. Wharton at her best.

Twilight
Sleep

By EDITH WHARTON

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Reviews

Percy A. Hutchison in *The New York Times* says:

"In 'Twilight Sleep' Mrs. Wharton has written a novel of present-day New York. . . . Edith Wharton has perhaps never told a tale with equal refinement of method. The story is verily a startling one; but it is told with such reticence, with so many withholdings, with implication everywhere taking the place of direct statement, direct presentation, that not until the book has been finished and laid aside is the reader fully conscious of the tragedy that has been played out before him. And this is realism of a most subtle sort. . . . Mrs. Wharton has ever been capable of an irony far from dull; but seldom has she whetted it to such sharpness as in the present book. 'Twilight Sleep' abounds in passages of infinite delight. . . . 'Twilight Sleep' is the most satirical of all of Mrs. Wharton's novels. . . . In 'Twilight Sleep' the end is a logical growth inevitable, ordained."

Isabel Paterson in *The New York Herald Tribune* books says:

"Mrs. Wharton's admirable craftsmanship has never been more evident than in 'Twilight Sleep'. . . . The texture of her prose is flawless of its kind."

Fanny Butcher in *The Chicago Tribune* says:

"The title is especially apt when you have finished the book, but a little of a shock beforehand. It is a story of modern New York. . . . It is done in Mrs. Wharton's most alluring light manner. . . . There is no one more competent in the matter of novel writing than Edith Wharton. . . . 'Twilight Sleep' is no less perfect carpentry than all of her other novels. . . . 'Twilight Sleep' is more amusing than anything else. . . . There is something fundamental about Mrs. Wharton's observations."

Walter Yust in *The Philadelphia Public Ledger* says:

"One of the few American novelists who never let a reader down. . . . Mrs. Wharton, especially in 'Twilight Sleep' tells her story well. If she has written a more entertaining novel than 'Twilight Sleep', what's its name?"

The St. Louis Globe-Democrat says:

"A new book by Edith Wharton is always a literary event. . . . The book is perfect in its artistic quality. . . . In the way of character studies it is one of the best of Mrs. Wharton's books."

The Buffalo Times says:

"In 'Twilight Sleep' Mrs. Wharton has returned to the manner of 'The Age of Innocence,' which means that we have here Edith Wharton at her brilliant best. In the present novel, however, her attack is directed against New York Society of today."

The Boston Herald says:

"A beautifully written and ironic study of modern New York life."

The Brooklyn Eagle says:

"Mrs. Wharton is still one of our authors who has not forgotten how to write. None could do so fine a theme with a saner artistry than Mrs. Wharton."

The Richmond News Leader says:

"'Twilight Sleep' is the best thing that Mrs. Wharton has written for years."

Burton Rascoc says:

"Undoubtedly 'Twilight Sleep' will be widely read and eagerly discussed throughout the country, for its implications are not by any means confined to New York Society; they penetrate the whole social fabric of America."

Joseph L. Wheeler, Librarian of the Enoch Pratt Free Library, says in the *Baltimore Post*:

"Any book from Mrs. Wharton is an event, and this is the most convincing, timely and significant that we have had. All the characters and their difficulties are portrayed with Mrs. Wharton's surpassing skill. A fascinating story."

Harry Hansen in *The New York World* says:

"When I was well into the story I learned how well the title fitted. It was, as usual, exactly the right one."

Hershel Brickell in *The New York Evening Post* says:

"Edith Wharton attains top mark of her recent work. A brilliant and penetrating study of life in the upper social circles of New York. . . . Upon the portrait (of Pauline Manford) Mrs. Wharton has lavished her full skill, and the result is that she has not only caught the sitter perfectly, but, as good portrait painters of other times have done, she has caught an age as well."

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Medicine Through the Ages

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Hippocrates, the father of medicine,
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a copper nail, no noxious spell will be able
to gain admittance, or at all events, be
productive of ill-effects.

Pliny states, moreover, that in this
period they not only used philtres for
promoting love, but also philtres for
quenching love.

Much of the early Arabian medical
practice was based upon amulets,
which often consisted of a phrase
from the Koran written upon papyrus
or paper and then enclosed in a
leather or metal case. A famous
amulet was the "abracadabra," some-
times written thus :

ABRACADABRA
ABRACADABR
ABRACADAB
ABRACADA
ABRACAD
ABRACA
ABRAC
ABRA
ABR
AB
A

The word "gibberish" (we are
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Establish the equilibrium, the parallel with
the aid of fire of three degrees, namely the
incipient fire, the medicine fire, which melts
the elixir; the solid will melt like wax and
afterwards harden to the air. It will penetrate
and be introduced like a poison. The result
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The Arabian pharmacists did work
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When London was without a single paved
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medicine and a large number of
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Pliny was a Roman physician who
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to be a gum-resin from an Oriental
plant, was really made from the blood
of a dragon which had been crushed
to death by a dying elephant. He was
the author of the following peculiar
statement :

If the fish called the sea star is smeared with
the fox's blood and then nailed to the upper
lintel of the door, or to the door itself, with

for baldness :

Let calcine a raven, his ashes boil in sheep's
suet, and rub to the head, it cures.

With mice fill an earthen pipkin, stop the
mouth with a lump of clay, and bury it
beside a fire, but so as the fire's too great
heat reach it not. So let it be then for a year,
and at the year's end take out whatever may
be found therein. But it is urgent that he
who shall lift it have a glove on his hand, lest
at his finger's end the hair come sprouting
forth.

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Medieval treatises contained some
amusing remarks concerning the re-
lationship between physicians and
patient :

Hippocrates

From a sixteenth century edition of one of his works

Title-page of one of the Mystical
Works of John Dee

When entertained by the family, his re-
marks at the table are to be punctuated by
continued inquiries regarding the patient,
whose condition he should always regard as
gave in order that either a favourable or a
fatal termination of the illness might redound
to his credit. He should not impair his
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patient's wife, his daughter, or his maid
servants.

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