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What people liked about Death of a Hero, Author Aldington's first job of fiction, was that the writer attacked his story with the malicious gusto of a man who was hopping mad. In Roads to Glory, The Colonel's Daughter, Soft Answers, the War-torn writer's spleen, his disgust with the England he loves too well, abated not a whit. If there is less bile in All Men Are Enemies, if it seems a bit less malicious than the previous Aldington novels, it is because it is longer (574 pp.), less direct, padded. Author Aldington...
...That "War is a mad and barbarous business" is true. No one knows that better than we who were on those battlefields and in those hospitals and saw these horror pictures in grim reality for days. We know these things from actually living them. We, who know what war really is, are not pacifists. We don't want another. We feel that these pictures are desired only by publishers for personal gain or by the morbid who derive a fiendish delight from pictures of war-torn wounded, hideous contortions of agonizing death, bloated, discolored, decomposing bodies of young manhood...
Shooters were conscious of and honored the occasion. They knew that the opponents which the International team must try to defeat were neither the War-torn Belgians and Balkans, the game-killing Canadians or South Africans but the peaceable, phlegmatic Swiss, finest marksmen in the world...
...convenience sake the Panchen Lama might be called the "Buddhist Pope," and the Dalai Lama the temporal pontiff of Tibet. Just at present these two most holy persons are at outs, the Sovereign Dalai Lama holding his court at Lhasa, Tibetan capital, and the Panchen Lama roving about war-torn China with the immunity and pomp of a walking deity. In honor of this little man on whom rests the duty of maintaining Buddhist doctrines pure, an invigorating banquet was tendered by Governor-General Chang at which hot tiger's blood was drunk...
Scotland Yard. Dakin Barrolles is an arch-thief who has his war-torn face plastically repaired in the image of the missing board chairman of the Bank of England. His resulting duplicity, which naturally extends into the bedroom of the banker's wife, prompts Sir Clive Heathcote of Scotland Yard to remark: "This is the greatest case the Yard has ever known!" The acting is bad. There are, however, some splendid sets-in a convent, a castle, London's Embassy Club-by a person named Yellenti, and an equally decorative heroine named Phoebe Foster...