18 NOVEMBER 1966, Page 22

The second writes his second novel, The Words of My

Roaring, which takes us refreshingly far from home to a parched Alberta in the 1930s, where a Swedish-Canadian undertaker promises rain in return for votes. As its huge hero saunters about into things he can't deal with, it is tender and likeable, a kind of apocalyptic comedy; but a bit thinly spread, a short story spun into a long one:

It takes a peculiar sort of genius to write a really good historical novel, but down among the middling history stands a fair chance of suc- cess because at least it has things to tell you, in- formation you may not have had before, so agreeably presented, anyway. Wife to the Bastard is a timely tale that has at last put straight in my mind the intricacies of the Conqueror's rela- RACE-

HATRED THROUGH THE POST

—a psychiatrist analyses the psycho- pathology of abusive letters.