Word: fictional
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Those who have followed Mr. Crabb's career as a writer, know that up to the present time his work has consisted almost entirely of detective stories of a high order. Although interested primarily in criminology, he apparently has come to see that, from the point of view of fiction, such a field has very distinct limitations. For the first time he has applied his keen analytical powers to a story not intimately connected with crime, and he has produced a book which gives promise of future development...
What may be called modern fiction is apparently under the ban at Widener. "Alice Adams", "Main Street" and "The Age of Innocence" have slipped in, but "Moon Calf", "Zell" and "Miss Lulu Bett" are not on the shelves. Joseph Hergesheimer's books have a place, but only since last year; while James Branch Cabell has but a single volume listed under his name in the catalogue. And there is hope, we are told, for "Erik Dorn" and "If Winter Comes...
...tempted to ask if a policy that classes all books of fiction as bad until long years have proved them otherwise is not out of place in an institution that presumably desires to cultivate the arts. Perhaps it would be if the library possessed unlimited funds and space. Possessing neither to any great degree, the problem becomes one of choosing certain books which shall be of undoubted lasting value. Obviously modern fiction is a questionable element in building up a permanent library...
...better class of modern literature is not out of reach of the undergraduate, however, even though it is not in the stacks of Widener. The library in the Union at present much neglected, contains an excellent collection of the newer works of fiction, poetry and drama whose worth has been established...
...stories are by Robert H. Chambers and Arthur K. Train, both fiction-writers of the second generation. Mr. Chambers' "A Long Time Between Ports" is the more expertly written of the two, but it has certain fundamental absurdities which seem to result from the failure of the author to think out his situation clearly. It is one of those tropical-island stories in which an untutored girl, brought up among the cocoanut palms, falls madly in love with the first young man she has ever seen, a gob landing from an American destroyer. How, one cannot help asking...