yus Cnansune Gree Har Pain"—by Barry Pain, Laurie, London, 1926.
There was something about "The Green Hat"—its clever pretence at} romance, ite atmosphere of anticipated naughtiness, or perhaps the pagan body that it is trailed around] under the green hat—that made it sadable book. primrose car, a suggestive scent and a cigarette, and ended, eet sellers should, with a tongue of fire and I picked up a green hat from the wreckage."
Now comes Barry Pain's parody to give the green hat an excuse for being written, We read Michael Arlen's sky rocket a year ago, Barry] Pain's "Charming Green Hat Fai' last week, and. foolishly _tarned back again to Michael's darling an hour ago. Barry wins. He has written a parody that makes little moment whether the Iris has tempted you as she di cther man, or not. You know stinetively that our heroine is the pure soul with the beautiful pagan body who is quite a frequent guest with all the best novelists, and whom you would be only too glad to entertain for a time yourself.
Barry Pain makes you realize what a fool you are which ineidentally is a great relief. Iris Storm, whose voice was strangely low, becomes Haifa Storm, whose voice was also strangely' low, in fact} everything about her was' strangely low, says Barry, and come to think' of ithe may be right. Guy de Travesty, inarticulate Hilary and few wandering duchesses fill in the minor parts—a little naked perhaps without their monocles and coronets, but more human trudging siong Piecadily under their own! power than in the Hispano-Ford.
Mr. E, V. Lucas. is in Rome, completing a book to be published n the spring by Messrs. Methuen—'A Wanderer in Rome,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.