A20–1263
In this book the author gives his recollections of Andalusia in a series of sketches—the land ablaze with sunshine, opulent with luminous soft color, with cities bathed in light, desolate wastes of sand, dwarf palms and the flower of the broom. The character of the country he finds typified in the paintings of Murillo and the colors of his palette—“rich, hot, and deep”—the typical colors of Andalusia. Some of the sketches are: The churches of Ronda; Medinat Az-Zahrā; The mosque; Cordova; Seville; The Alcazar; Women of Andalusia; The dance; A feast day; Before the bull-fight; Corrida de Toros; Granada; The Alhambra; The song.
“Its objective descriptions are full of rich and vivid color, its travellers’ tales are intimate and charming and its records of the impressions made upon the mind of the author, though not without touches of affectation, are so individual as to be far more interesting than most chronicles.”
+ Booklist 17:27 O ’20
“If the reader of ‘The land of the blessed virgin’ is not anxious to visit Andalusia after reading these pages he is impervious to the picturesqueness of the scene and to the rare qualities of Mr Maugham’s style.” E. F. E.
+ Boston Transcript p6 Ag 4 ’20 1300w + Freeman 2:165 O 27 ’20 340w + N Y Times p24 Ag 22 ’20 650w
MAUGHAM, WILLIAM SOMERSET. Mrs Craddock. *$1.90 (2½c) Doran
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This is one of Mr Maugham’s earlier stories now first brought out in America. It is a story with one central interest, one woman’s passionate love for a man, its change to hate and gradual cooling to indifference. Bertha Ley, of Court Leys, falls rapturously in love with a handsome young tenant farmer on her estate and marries him in the face of his lukewarm response and the disapproval of everyone else. She is mistress of her own fortune and has but one relative, a keen-minded acerbic aunt who believes in standing aside and letting others follow their own courses. Bertha gives everything into Edward’s hands and Edward proves a model English squire. But as he rises in county estimation, Bertha’s love for him wanes and her abject devotion gives place to distaste. She leaves him, has a brief love affair with a quite different type of man, and comes home again to settle into a state of apathy and indifference from which his death, under the very circumstances she had once imagined with such poignant pain, does not rouse her.