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...current number of the Advocate suggests, with two exceptions, that the editors are somewhat disposed to play safe. Mr. Stout, in "The Keepers of the Light", contributes an exceptionally good story: swift, idiomatic, colorful, with a good deal of sense of character. His style is perhaps too nervous and choppy--the sentences too persistently short and periodic, but it is a sound story, and a vivid one. And Mr. Barnett gives us some extremely readable, and sometimes witty, theatre-notes. Both of these contributors write as if they did it with pleasure, and as if they weren't afraid...
...must go far to find a more finely wrought story than "The Killers": cruelly, inevitably it moves to its appointed end, with never a word too much, with never a let-up in the swift relentless drama of the two gunmen and their victim. Some may find "A Canary for One" and "Today is Friday" a little overdone, a little obviously "tricky," but few will want to lay the book down before they have shared in all of Mr. Hemingway's many experiences...
...HEART AND MY FLESH-Elizabeth Madox Roberts-Viking ($2.50). The Story. Theodosia Bell "was delicately modeled with strong slender limbs, swift in a game, quick-witted at play. Her red-brown hair hung in a ong braid or was twined braided about her head. Her fingers were small and thin, bent strangely about a fiddle, were quick among the fiddle strings, weighted with music." She grew up in a Southern town, a town in which the strong rhythms of life were matched against a cold and dreadful rhythm of decay. There were three men who came to her house, listening...
...mountains of the bay. A tremendous wind walked through the black towers of the rain, a hungry foam covered the teeth of the Irish rocks; all night long the clouds, like vague white tigers, galloped across wild hills. The next morning, under a bright sun and a wind still swift, the storm's damage was revealed. Sweeping westward through England, it had demolished houses in Lancashire; in Ireland cables had been broken, trees torn up, the grandstand at the Tramore racetrack shattered; there had been a flood at Limerick. Over the west coast airplanes hunted for signs of wreckage...
...Novelty came from Vienna, special import for Maria Jeritza. Erich Korngold, so it seemed, wrote it at the precocious age of 16; called it Violanta after his heroine, a lovely enough Venetian lady who hated and lusted and loved and died in such swift turn as to gray the hair of any onlooker. Jeritza played it for all there was there, took every phrase, every mood, tight between her teeth, shook them hard, tried to make them answer back, got small return...