Framing Father
July 31, 1941

Here is a great stew of material by a woman writer, which, according to the jacket, has been boiled down several times. It began as a million words, t

The Two Scrooges
March 04, 1940

Dualism runs all through Dickens. There always has to be a good and a bad of everything: each of the books has its counterbalancing values, and pairs

Tradition and Value
January 14, 1940

Mr. Daiches has not only read Conrad, Joyce, Huxley and Woolf with the greatest care, but really likes their work and is not ashamed to say so.

Rilke in English
September 06, 1939

Not the least interesting phenomenon of the last four years has been the growing influence of Rilke upon English poetry: indeed, Rilke is probably more read and more highly esteemed by English and Americans than by Germans, just as Byron and Poe had

Penny Wise, Pound Foolish
June 28, 1939

A man does not have to agree with Pound to acknowledge the excellence of what he has written. For myself I disagree with him fundamentally and finally

Journalistic Language: Reading While You Run
November 17, 1937

My purpose is to illustrate a situation that we understand in a general way but do not always note in the particular, to show how thoroughly the meres

Pushkin and His English Translators
December 09, 1936

To me the publication of Yarmolinsky’s introduction and Babette Deutsch’s translations of Pushkin, on the occasion of his centenary, is a calamity bot

Homage to Hemingway
November 10, 1936

Hemingway's own generation admired him, but could also appraise how special his experience had been. It was still a younger generation, those who were

Granddaddy of the G-Men
July 17, 1935

Vidocq: The Personal Memoirs of the First Great Detective, edited and translated by Edwin Gile Rich. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company. 445 pages. $3. This condensed version of the famous detective’s memoirs starts off very well as an amusing picaresque story. Soon, however, it becomes the somber and rather dreary tale of Vidocq’s escapes while he was one of the hunted, and of his captures when he turned hunter himself. Apparently Vidocq cared more for the truthfulness of his story than for any possible adornments.

Books in Brief
July 17, 1935

There Is No Truce: A Life of Thomas Mott Osborne, by Rudolph W. Chamberlain. New York: The Macmillan Company. 420 pages. $3.50. Osborne seemed to have been born under fortunate stars. To the inheritance of family, culture and wealth he added personal attractions and accomplishments and power over men. And yet the stars turned malign. “Few men,” says his biographer, “have ever been so unerring in their choice of the losing side.” Mr. Chamberlain brings out the secret of his constant defeat. He was Don Quixote with a streak of the playboy.