The Sunny Side eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 252 pages of information about The Sunny Side.

“How delightful,” says everybody.  “How very delightful.  Thank you, Lady Poldoodle, for such a delightful afternoon.”

THE PERILS OF REVIEWING

A most unfortunate thing has happened to a friend of mine called ——­ to a friend of ——­ to a ——.  Well, I suppose the truth will have to come out.  It happened to me.  Only don’t tell anybody.

I reviewed a book the other day.  It is not often I do this, because before one can review a book one has to, or is supposed to, read it, which wastes a good deal of time.  Even that isn’t an end of the trouble.  The article which follows is not really one’s own, for the wretched fellow who wrote the book is always trying to push his way in with his views on matrimony, or the Sussex downs, or whatever his ridiculous subject is.  He expects one to say, “Mr. Blank’s treatment of Hilda’s relations with her husband is masterly,” whereas what one wants to say is, “Putting Mr. Blank’s book on one side, we may consider the larger question, whether—­” and so consider it (alone) to the end of the column.

Well, I reviewed Mr. Blank’s book, “Rotundity.”  As I expected, the first draft had to be re-headed “A Corner of old London,” and used elsewhere; Mr. Blank didn’t get into it at all.  I kept promising myself a sentence:  “Take ‘Rotundity,’ for instance, the new novel by William Blank, which, etc.” but before I was ready for it the article was finished.  In my second draft, realizing the dangers of delay, I began at once, “This remarkable novel,” and continued so for a couple of sentences.  But on reading it through afterwards I saw at once that the first two sentences were out of place in an article that obviously ought to be called “The Last Swallow”; so I cut them out, sent “The Last Swallow:  A Reverie” to another Editor, and began again.  The third time I was successful.

Of course in my review I said all the usual things.  I said that Mr. Blank’s attitude to life was “subjective rather than objective” ... and a little lower down that it was “objective rather than subjective.”  I pointed out that in his treatment of the major theme he was a neo-romanticist, but I suggested that, on the other hand, he had nothing to learn from the Russians—­or the Russians had nothing to learn from him; I forget which.  And finally I said (and this is the cause of the whole trouble) that Antoine Vaurelle’s world-famous classic—­and I looked it up in the encyclopedia—­world-renowned classic, “Je Comprends Tout,” had been not without its influence on Mr. Blank.  It was a good review, and the editor was pleased about it.

A few days later Mr. Blank wrote to say that, curiously enough, he had never read “Je Comprends Tout.”  It didn’t seem to me very curious, because I had never read it either, but I thought it rather odd of him to confess as much to a stranger.  The only book of Vaurelle’s which I had read was “Consolatrice,” in an English translation.  However, one doesn’t say these things in a review.

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