UNICORN is the name of Sheed and Ward's new shilling series of reprints. All the best sellers of this enterprising firm will be represented. The first four (publication, November 10) are already on the editorial desk for our inspection. We like their cool, green, stiff covers. We find their size pocketable, their weight feather, and their contents pre-eminently legible.
The titles suggest variety (first four listed are those scheduled for publication this month, the rest will follow in due course): Spirit of Catholicism, by Karl Adam. Thomas. More, by Daniel Sargent. Secret of the Cur d'Ars. by Henri Gheon.
Progress and Religion, by Christopher Dawson.
Psychology of Character, by Rudolf Alters.
Catholicism. Protestantism and Capitalism, by Amintore Fanfani.
Survivals and New Arrivals, by Hilaire
Belloc.
Orthodoxy, by G. K. Chesterton. Belief of Catholics, by Ronald Knox.
The Things That Are Not Caesar's, by Jacques Maritain, The Thing, by G. K. Chesterton. Isabella the Crusader, by William Thomas Walsh.
chance at a party, she met Lord Kilmarney who invited her to stay at his home. From the start vaguely disturbing things happen. Though contentedly married, he and Caroline find themselves intimately, uncannily, in harmony. The beauty and tradition of the house, the strength and irresponsible quality of the blood of the Line, so unashamedly underlined by the ancient great aunt, that unacknowledged intimacy between unacknowledged kinsmen make of themselves a sufficient tangle. But the foreign wife of a cousin, whose beauty was only matched by her lack of sexual control, brings in a note of horror.
Caroline we could so easily have loved, for her intelligence, her imagination, her reticence but she, in the end, like the book itself, is bounded by too narrow, too
earthly, an horizon.* *
Carlos Diaz was born in Matto Grosso in Brazil. Dear Savage is a paean in praise of the primitive, savage, unrestricted but, apparently, fundamentally innocent life of its inhabitants.
Vivid and interesting is the account of Carlos's early years. He lived with his old grandfather, his father left him in despair and anger when his wife died in giving him birth, who shot at sight and always shot to kill. There are accounts of strange and primitive customs, of a lawless yet happy life. Carlos followed carefully in the steps of his grandfather and at thirteen was skilled in all the things a man should know. His father returns when he learns of his own father's death, and tries to reclaim his son for civilisation. It was a failure that involved much suffering until in the end Carlos, a broken man, returns to his original home.
It is a strong story strongly told and manifesting a wide and unusual knowledge. But the author has his prejudices, such as those against religion and morality, and his sympathies, those for revolutionaries of the Left, and these, beyond human doubt. colour the picture.