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...WHITE HORSES OF VIENNA-Kay Boyle-Harcourt, Brace...
Like peep shows, short stories may give a knothole glimpse of real life or a nickel's worth of artifice. Authors Ben Hecht and Kay Boyle are as different as slot machine and peephole. Readers who like their money's worth of entertainment will drop their nickel in Author Hecht; those who want life in the psychological raw will squint through the fence at Author Boyle's queer back yard...
From the point of view of vitality, Ben Hecht's stories are only mildly, Kay Boyle's bitterly, alive. A theatrical, rococo writer, Showman Hecht spreads hokum and verbiage with a lavish hand. Most effective in this swollen vein when he writes about the greasepaint dramatics of Broadway or the alcoholic hilarities of fabulous newshawks, at his middling worst he seems a dim shadow of O. Henry or Edgar Allan Poe. Best story in the book (Snowfall in Childhood) stands out like Shirley Temple on the stage of the Grand Guignol: a simply written reminiscence of first love...
...very little acting except saying of lines and screaming. That one can forgive. But inasmuch as every third scene or so is comic relief, it is a little disappointing to find no comedy. Besides Ricardo Cortez and Mary Aster, there is a new girl in the picture named Kay Linaker. We wish that we could be as confident as Warner Brothers that she is "destined for stardom shortly...
...emerged last summer as the wife of a Los Angeles rug salesman, to become the summer's tennis sensation. She won three important Eastern tournaments in a row, made herself the heroine of the U. S. Wightman Cup team by her victory over England's formidable "Kay" Stammers, received No. 2 ranking for the year without playing in the National Championships. Her training methods: rope skipping, calisthenics, roadwork like a prizefighter. Her reasons for turning professional: ". . . You have to polish trophies but not dollars, and I hate to shine silverware. . . . I'm looking for ward most...