What is Wrong With Masculine Custume? oNAwcIsiUs. AN ANATOMY Cuties." "By Gerald' Heard, Kevan Paul, 2s, The divine afflatus is a stron creature, She—for surely inspiration is n goddess—is eternally restless, ever on the wing, flits from country to country, summering now in the Oran Islands and now in Norway. Perhaps like most Indies of quality she is seldom absent for very ong from London and Paris and a few of the other great cities of the world, but it is strange to find that she must have spent a great part of the last 12 months hidden among the villa residences of Surrey. For from them there have come within the last few months two books bear-to India" and "Narcissus.
Of the first I need say nothing.
By a miracle Mr. Foster's novel has been justly recognized to be a piece of great English fiction, but it is dangerously likely that Mr. [Gerald Heard's little book may slip Unopened between the fingers of reviewers and readers back into the great sea of the published but unread. I hardly know whether the novelty of its subject—|"An Anat my of Clothes"—will help it or hinder it, and hesitate whether to recommend it, more empha architects anthropologist It is only a matter of persuading them to open the book and turn a single page, Once opened Mr. Heard can be trusted to do the rest for the eon tent of the book is irresistible, Reading it is like a switchback railway journey, for once on board and off there is no turning back, and from the most prehistoric we rocket down the ages, the tunnels are the homes of the ea men, Eastern pagodas cut their fantastic shapes against the sky, but before we have time sufficiently to he amazed thadsyicei come Crete, hus Romanesque, Gothic, Mic The journey is tantalizingly rapid, all too soon skyscrapers loom, and before we know where we are a idle West American in horn-rimmed spectacles and plus fours is helping us out and dusting us down..... But what, you say, have sky-serapers and Gothic to do with our clothes?
Why, everything, Mr. Heard maintains, and we clothe ourselves in the meaningless vestigia of because jes us that slowly but surely little of 40 storeys from the Bush Building and the latest
fect the "Tailor and Cutter," but its effect will be confused "and delayed by Sir Gilbert Scott's Liverpool Gothic and Edwin Lutyens's charming little Bank. Do Sir Edwin and Sir Gilbert know? This generation is beyond redemption, but the cut of the swaddling clothes of A.D. 2000 lies in their hands.—"Daily News."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.