See hersenene.
(D0d0) ro Tie Inner Saneium these
analogies are gratifying but not entirely
satisfactory: Schwirztks is comparable
only to SchwirzLek, just as Vienna is
comparable only to Vienna.
(A2).2) Since che publication of his
five famous novelettes in the last four
years—Fraulein Else, Beatrice, Noue But
ihe Brave, Rhapsody, and Daybreak—
ScHNITzLEk’s American audience has
been vastly enlarged, but Dhe Inner
Janckum is far from satisfied. In Ger¬
many and Austria, each new ScHNITZLER
book is automatically a best-seller. It is
serialized in the newspapers, and awaited
with the fanfare reserved Here in Americn
fora new Emti. JANNiNcs picture.
(D 00.20 rhe newest addition 1o Tie
Juner Janetum's staff, by the way, has
just arrived from Vienna, Connossseurs
of fine book-making who have admired
che distinguished craftsmanship of the
publications of Paul Zsolnay Verlag, in
Vienna, Berlin and Leipsic, will shure
our delight in welcoming to America
Haas Anpon Baaus, the designer and
artist who is responsible for the typog¬
raphy and creation of these superb
volumes. By a happ. sort of international
exchange professorsl.ip, Hern Baaus
will now preside over the layout and
production of all Te Juner Jancium's
books.
(DAlD) This reaching for more lovely
patterns and more enduring beauty is
Dhe Juner Sancium's answer to the spirit
of mechanization now abroad in our
chain-store cultur. A rcnding of Pko¬
FEssok WAurEk B. Prrain's new book
on this subject (by a curious coincidence
just published todav by Dhe Inner
Janckum) convinced the entire staff thnt
Something Had 7o Be Done.
(2212) The reverberating chords of
Gofterdämmerung in che title of this book,
The Twilight of The American Mind, fall
pieasantly upon the ears of Tde Inner
Janckum. Try a few of these Wagnerian
thunderers from Professor Pitkin's pre¬
dictions on your pianola:
rndt perd Ter hick-grade intelleet) can zucteed
InAT artists and acfort are more likely to be of
aberage r füb-aberage ilttelligence ihan and
ather prosersional workert.
MATer Amerigan businest #s no# organised
amen tud ahigh-grade minch kas to u#t it a
sei min#tes erery monik in order to kold kis
105
##narihe cinil court is geing fhr way of ihr dodo
bird and #hr icthyataurus.
THAT our nem ewistration in dewing in one
ducction erkile our schools, colleger and
indeliectunl cla##er are de#ing in andiher
aT ihe ordinary Ameriean will soon be
lwine in a Grade R Ulopia eckile aur de¬
rickeckly zuperior intellectual men and rcomen
wrt de budiy malady##ied.
(A12)/2) The author of chese Carlyle¬
can fulminations, Professor Walter B.
Pitkin, was actually engaged in reading
ihe entire Encyclopedia Britannica lexcept¬
ing only the advanced articles on loga.
rithms and colloids] from Ato Z, when
Dhe Inner Sancium hrst encountered him
hfteen yeurs ago. Today be is ediling fl.
His is the task of bringing out a new
edition, scrupping every bit oflbld type,
and working with James Harvey Robin:
son, George Bernard Shaw, John Dewey,
Will Durant, Bertrand Russell, Henry
Ford and hundreds of other scholars and
men of affairs in the humanization of
perhaps the lnggest publication in the
entire word business.
—ESSANDESS
—
Therese
box 6/2
39. 1
O0KS, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1928#07.—
manticism of his younger days, for strip¬
Backstairs
ping his work of all rhetoric and becom¬
ing an almost purely classical writer.
THERESA.
The second review would present the
same facts with a different interpreta¬
The Chronicle of a Woman's
tion: it would condemn the novel for be¬
Life By Arthur Schnitzler
ing gray and monotonous; it would de¬
Neie Fork: Simon & Schuster
plore the lack of dramatic or lyrical ele¬
82.50.
ments; it would suggest that the author
is profoundly dispirited, tired of observ¬
Reviewed by
ing the human heart, tired of writing.
MALCOLM COWLFY
Personally I waver between the
OR most writers of my generation,
two attitudes; I respect Schnitzler's
4 Schnitzler’s early plays and novels
probity, but respect it coldly; I could
K. are a romantic memory, associated
wish him to be more vehement and less
with our first eager foray into modern
the glamour of his youthful books, which
literature. We read them in our college
days, at a time when the modern drama
spoke so directly to the youth of our
own generation.
was a prevailing fashion, when German
seemed a language of the sophisticated.
and when Vienna was the city of ulti¬
mate enchantment. Schnitzler to us was
the modern drama, and he symbollzed
Vienna. Being very young, we failed to
understand the half meanings in his
plays; we disregarded most of their
realistic elements we prized them only
for their glamout, for a sort of thick
persistent charm, for their portrayal
of a civilization that was tolerant, senti¬
mental, rather witty and delightfully cor¬
rupt. We planned a visit to Vienna; we
dreamt of young women—güsse Mädl—
with yellow hair, brown eyes and a
tolerant smile.
That was, of course, befere the war.
The next ten years—lean years for every
Austrien writer—have left hardly and
direct reflection in Schnitzler’s work. His
later novels deal with the same char¬
acters, the same sort of incidents and
substantially the same background as his
early plays, hut the glemour has disap¬
peared. He has changed his method of
approach. It is as if, instead of arriving
through the porte-cochère, he openedthe
servants’ door, climbed the back stairs
and went poking through the closets,
for skeletons, He writes as a valet for
whom no man is a hero. He writes sober¬
19 #f thie women Wilo sunered Willierins
earlier heroes pursued their laughing
Theresa,“ a novel much longer.than
most of his recent books, has been skill¬
fully translated by William A. Drake. In
zubstance it is the story of a déclassée,
of a woman who descended from suitors
to lovers and climbed from the p rlor to
a room under the eaves, near the serv¬
ants. Her mother had been a baroness
and her father was an officer in the
army, but after Lieutenant Fabiani went
insane Theresa herself was left with
neither money nor position. She there¬
upon took two steps which determined
her whole life: she became the mistress
of a young officer and she applied fo
(D0d0) ro Tie Inner Saneium these
analogies are gratifying but not entirely
satisfactory: Schwirztks is comparable
only to SchwirzLek, just as Vienna is
comparable only to Vienna.
(A2).2) Since che publication of his
five famous novelettes in the last four
years—Fraulein Else, Beatrice, Noue But
ihe Brave, Rhapsody, and Daybreak—
ScHNITzLEk’s American audience has
been vastly enlarged, but Dhe Inner
Janckum is far from satisfied. In Ger¬
many and Austria, each new ScHNITZLER
book is automatically a best-seller. It is
serialized in the newspapers, and awaited
with the fanfare reserved Here in Americn
fora new Emti. JANNiNcs picture.
(D 00.20 rhe newest addition 1o Tie
Juner Janetum's staff, by the way, has
just arrived from Vienna, Connossseurs
of fine book-making who have admired
che distinguished craftsmanship of the
publications of Paul Zsolnay Verlag, in
Vienna, Berlin and Leipsic, will shure
our delight in welcoming to America
Haas Anpon Baaus, the designer and
artist who is responsible for the typog¬
raphy and creation of these superb
volumes. By a happ. sort of international
exchange professorsl.ip, Hern Baaus
will now preside over the layout and
production of all Te Juner Jancium's
books.
(DAlD) This reaching for more lovely
patterns and more enduring beauty is
Dhe Juner Sancium's answer to the spirit
of mechanization now abroad in our
chain-store cultur. A rcnding of Pko¬
FEssok WAurEk B. Prrain's new book
on this subject (by a curious coincidence
just published todav by Dhe Inner
Janckum) convinced the entire staff thnt
Something Had 7o Be Done.
(2212) The reverberating chords of
Gofterdämmerung in che title of this book,
The Twilight of The American Mind, fall
pieasantly upon the ears of Tde Inner
Janckum. Try a few of these Wagnerian
thunderers from Professor Pitkin's pre¬
dictions on your pianola:
rndt perd Ter hick-grade intelleet) can zucteed
InAT artists and acfort are more likely to be of
aberage r füb-aberage ilttelligence ihan and
ather prosersional workert.
MATer Amerigan businest #s no# organised
amen tud ahigh-grade minch kas to u#t it a
sei min#tes erery monik in order to kold kis
105
##narihe cinil court is geing fhr way of ihr dodo
bird and #hr icthyataurus.
THAT our nem ewistration in dewing in one
ducction erkile our schools, colleger and
indeliectunl cla##er are de#ing in andiher
aT ihe ordinary Ameriean will soon be
lwine in a Grade R Ulopia eckile aur de¬
rickeckly zuperior intellectual men and rcomen
wrt de budiy malady##ied.
(A12)/2) The author of chese Carlyle¬
can fulminations, Professor Walter B.
Pitkin, was actually engaged in reading
ihe entire Encyclopedia Britannica lexcept¬
ing only the advanced articles on loga.
rithms and colloids] from Ato Z, when
Dhe Inner Sancium hrst encountered him
hfteen yeurs ago. Today be is ediling fl.
His is the task of bringing out a new
edition, scrupping every bit oflbld type,
and working with James Harvey Robin:
son, George Bernard Shaw, John Dewey,
Will Durant, Bertrand Russell, Henry
Ford and hundreds of other scholars and
men of affairs in the humanization of
perhaps the lnggest publication in the
entire word business.
—ESSANDESS
—
Therese
box 6/2
39. 1
O0KS, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1928#07.—
manticism of his younger days, for strip¬
Backstairs
ping his work of all rhetoric and becom¬
ing an almost purely classical writer.
THERESA.
The second review would present the
same facts with a different interpreta¬
The Chronicle of a Woman's
tion: it would condemn the novel for be¬
Life By Arthur Schnitzler
ing gray and monotonous; it would de¬
Neie Fork: Simon & Schuster
plore the lack of dramatic or lyrical ele¬
82.50.
ments; it would suggest that the author
is profoundly dispirited, tired of observ¬
Reviewed by
ing the human heart, tired of writing.
MALCOLM COWLFY
Personally I waver between the
OR most writers of my generation,
two attitudes; I respect Schnitzler's
4 Schnitzler’s early plays and novels
probity, but respect it coldly; I could
K. are a romantic memory, associated
wish him to be more vehement and less
with our first eager foray into modern
the glamour of his youthful books, which
literature. We read them in our college
days, at a time when the modern drama
spoke so directly to the youth of our
own generation.
was a prevailing fashion, when German
seemed a language of the sophisticated.
and when Vienna was the city of ulti¬
mate enchantment. Schnitzler to us was
the modern drama, and he symbollzed
Vienna. Being very young, we failed to
understand the half meanings in his
plays; we disregarded most of their
realistic elements we prized them only
for their glamout, for a sort of thick
persistent charm, for their portrayal
of a civilization that was tolerant, senti¬
mental, rather witty and delightfully cor¬
rupt. We planned a visit to Vienna; we
dreamt of young women—güsse Mädl—
with yellow hair, brown eyes and a
tolerant smile.
That was, of course, befere the war.
The next ten years—lean years for every
Austrien writer—have left hardly and
direct reflection in Schnitzler’s work. His
later novels deal with the same char¬
acters, the same sort of incidents and
substantially the same background as his
early plays, hut the glemour has disap¬
peared. He has changed his method of
approach. It is as if, instead of arriving
through the porte-cochère, he openedthe
servants’ door, climbed the back stairs
and went poking through the closets,
for skeletons, He writes as a valet for
whom no man is a hero. He writes sober¬
19 #f thie women Wilo sunered Willierins
earlier heroes pursued their laughing
Theresa,“ a novel much longer.than
most of his recent books, has been skill¬
fully translated by William A. Drake. In
zubstance it is the story of a déclassée,
of a woman who descended from suitors
to lovers and climbed from the p rlor to
a room under the eaves, near the serv¬
ants. Her mother had been a baroness
and her father was an officer in the
army, but after Lieutenant Fabiani went
insane Theresa herself was left with
neither money nor position. She there¬
upon took two steps which determined
her whole life: she became the mistress
of a young officer and she applied fo