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...scrapbook-diary-letter-what's it-autobiography," containing 22 reprinted short stories and sketches dating from 1924. The stories might well have been left out. The autobiography makes lively reading, a free-&-easy, self-quizzical account of Author Brush's rise from a boarding-school tomboy and diarist to Boston movie critic, to East Liverpool, Ohio housewife, to sports reporter, to best-sellerette. It is a welcome change from the usual preening of popular authors on How-I-Learned-to-Write. Katharine Brush really contributes something new (as well as humorous) in her account of how she went...
Bored Paris correspondents know that more than one blase second-string Continental newswoman gets her best interviews by giving herself and thinks little of the exchange, but they listened to the shooting diarist's quickly hired Paris lawyer. His story was that Ambassador de- Chambrun had broken off a French woman's great romance with the Italian Dictator, and so naturally she shot him. "Naturellement, Messieurs! Mark you, gentlemen, the great love of her life, a love which she could not master!" Although Dictator Mussolini and Dictator Hitler have just linked their countries in a close pact, official...
HARPOONER - Robert Ferguson - University of Pennsylvania Press ($2.50). Journal of an unassuming Scottish-U. S. seaman, who calmly recorded his day-today experiences on a four-year whaling expedition in the 1880's. An adept at understatement, Diarist Ferguson conveys the impression that despite the extreme hazards of his profession, the harpooner's lot was not an unhappy...
First white man to penetrate the Barren Lands, he counted his expedition a success when he came back alive with a single trophy: a musk-ox head. Grimly faithful diarist, no matter how frost-bitten or near-delirious with tropical fever, he seldom missed recording his daily tale. Fond of good living when he could get it, he learned to thrive on savage fare. Few things turned his stomach. Once in Africa, stooping to drink from a shallow well, he saw in the water beneath his own reflection "the ragged black face of a man, newly murdered...
...before, the materfamilias-diarist has a husband, two children, temperamental Mademoiselle and house in the country on her hands. But her first book, written in snatched moments from household tasks and village society, has begun to sell; a Career dawns. When the children are away at school she takes a flat in London, ventures into literary society, even attends a Literary Conference at Brussels. Between whiles she struggles gamely against the never-ending havoc of domesticity. At the end she is, as usual, looking for a cook, but next year, she says, she would like...