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Casanovas Heimfahr
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Mondar, Aug. 25. 1930
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Following the Writers

Journal'’s Weekly Book Review Feature With List Of Ten Best
Sellers—Interesting Information About Modern Writers And
Their Works.
By PAUL W. WHITE¬
United Press Staff Correspondent
NEW YORK, Aug. 25.—As thoughi
to supply another chapter to Ernestl
Sutherland Bates'“This Land of Lib¬
erty,“ New York authorities have be¬
gun to fight to suppress à re-publica¬
#tion of one of the tuilg greal hooks.
of the century, Casanova’s Home¬
coming, by Axffilr Schnitzler.
Bates’ volume, published Harp¬
er’s, is an intemperate tirade against
what he terms the tyranny to which
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most Americans uncomplainingly as¬
San Fernando Calif
sent. He finds liberty giving way to
restriction in every field—in the courtsi
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—the press, the right of free speech.
The following chapter headings
This Land of Liberty' is so vic¬
well indicate the content of the vol¬
lous a denunciation that the cause
ume: Twisting the Constitution's
of liberalism might well be injured
Tail; From the Third to the Nth
by the over-statement of which
Degree: How We Have Improved on
Bates is quite possibly guilty. Still,
Prussia;“ Intoxicated Temperance;“
the prosecution against the Schnitz¬
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ler book is so illustrative of the
Bondage.
prüdery, the chronic—hysteria,
against which he rails that his
words gain emphasis.
It was in 1921 that Casanova's
Honecoming' was first printed in
English. At that time it was hailed
nto a magistrate’s court and a com¬
promise was reached — the then
publisher agreeing to withdraw the
book as soon as he had disposed of
he first edition.
Simon and Schuster now have
brought it out again as one of the#
Inner Sanctum Novels' at a dol¬
lar. If ever there were a fictional
bargain this it is.
Casanova's Homecoming“ de¬
scribes an imaginary event in the
life of the greatest adventurer of
them all when he has reached the
age of 53 and is returning to Ven¬
ice. There occurs a hideous seduc¬
tion but the scene—to which the
moral agents apparently object so
strenuously—is by no means glori¬
fied eroticisc; rather it is a poig¬
nant tragedy of advancing old age.
Thé Herald’s Dallz
Book Review
The consideration of publishers
for the reading public these days
is quite overwhelming. Sim on &
Shuster, for instance, are issuing
their new dollar books in three
colors, and not for mere decora¬
tive purposes. The three colors
for the storm-tossed reader. Blue
stands for “books in a more or less
serlous vein.“ Red stands, not for
danger, but for books of a lighter
nature. Wliereas green stands for
books serlous, not so serious, nor
even for books not at all serlous;
green stands for detective and
mystery stories.
Henceforth, I buy books by color
alone: brown for bromides, pink
for pornography, black for bum
blography, yellow for yawning
yarns, cerise for sentiment, et
cetera.
Well. this week’s allotment
brings us a red book and a green.
The former Is J. P. McEvoy’s
Denny and the Dumb Cluck.“
Ihe latter is Arthur
itzler’s
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It is a violent, nolsy
manding of the reader not so
much intelligence as a cast-iron
stomach, an extraordinary sense
of humor and an absolute lack of
herves.
SchnitzierCasanova's Höme-
coming“ was first published in
this country by Thomas Seltzer,
some nine years ago. It relates
an imaginary adventure of the
senescent rake, liar and scoundrel,
and presents the pathos inherent
in the situation of an old man of
unquenchable ardor whose atten¬
tions are tolerated with contempt
by youth, when persistence does
not make them actually revolting.
Schnitzler's novel has the tone
of the 18th century memoirs and
is written with that elegant sim¬
plicity of his best manner. It
does not rival in achievement the#
best of his short stories and one¬
act plays; none of his longer
works does; but it is a fine story,
beautifully done and genuinely
entertaining.