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she were married in a bank instead of a church or registry office, so would the business of special numbers of periodicals be given the right importance in the mind of the reader were the special advertising receipts printed on the first page.
It's no use for Connie to speak of British talent, or for Alfred Hitchcock to say that we don't need stars : we always have the inner insecurity of knowing that articles have to be shaped and selected so as not to offend the advertisers.
British films ?. . . . We remember what a " char." once told us ; " The doctor said to my husband, ' Now you mustn't take any thing stimulating like bread or potatoes ! ' "
A man, in I Lost my Memory (Faber and Faber, 7s. 6d.), slipped from his house and lost in a flash twenty or thirty years of his life. He relates how he went to a cinema expecting to see the early flicker gems. Instead, he saw a British film — but he liked it !. . . . One gets tired of all the Spanish which is spoken in Spain !
British Ballet, now, can begin to hold its own. William Chappell is a good dancer and brilliant designer of decor ; Frederick Ashton is a most promising choreographer ; and there are Walter Gore, Stanley Judson, A.S.O. Our Dancers, edited by Arnold L. Haskell (British Continental Press, Ltd., 5s.), can only be regarded as a book for those who immoderately love the back altar-chat of ballet. Some of the photos come from a film specially taken by Walter Duff ; they are even less impressive that the posed stills.
When the editor of a certain socialist periodical goes on a railway journey, he tells us that he takes with him " little things to read, little things to eat and little things to play with ! "
The Amateur Cine Movement, by Marjorie A. Lovell Burgess. (Sampson Low. 5s.)
G. A. Atkinson writes a preface to this volume in which he states that he believes Miss Burgess to be writing better literature than anyone else under his notice in current journalism.
Alack ! we can only judge what we can see, we cannot judge this book by articles Miss Burgess may write in The Era.
If we are shown a picture of three men, it is not fair as a critic (however right as a poet !) to say, " This is such an interesting picture because it shows three men walking in a field while their soup cools !"
As it stands. Miss Burgess' book is dull on the whole with useful information reserved for two or three of the twenty four chapters.
The book is enlivened by the illustration over the caption, " The colourful romantic East ! "
With regard to the amateur film movement, Miss Burgess finds in it an echo of the mediaeval guild days.
" Ah ! " says the critic, his voice playing over all the scales.
O.B.
Phantom Fame. By Harry Reichenbach. (Noel Douglas. 7/6).
A female novelist of our acquaintance once made a list of literature to be taken on a holiday. On a little bit of grimy paper she wrote : some Kipling and (what looked like) Bothering Heights !