OnEER NovEr.s.—The Country Beyond. By James Oliver Curwood. (Hodder and
Stoughton. 78. (3d net.)—Further and, if possible, better adventures of the Royal North-West Mounted Police on the northern shores of Lake Superior.—Out to Win. By Roland Pertwee. (Cassell. 7s. &L net.)—An excellent story of a struggle to obtain concession rights for the exploitation of a valuable radium find. The interest—complicated by love and other matters—centres in the hue and cry after a map, and the excitement culminates in the imprisonment and torture of the wrong man. The book has not a dull page, and a tendency on the part of the author to force the pace at one or two critical junctures will be readily forgiven. Mr. Peewee is the author of the play I Serve, now running at the Kingsway Theatre.—! Walked in Arden. By Jack Crawford. (Heinemann. 7s. (3d.
.• The House of the Enemy. By Camille Mallarme. London; Jonathan Cape. 168.] t Tales of My Own Country. By Violet Jacob. London : John Murray. 17a. 6d.il net.)—The tragedy with which this novel ends is not the only surprising thing about it. The very variety of its interests and the freshness and originality with which each topic is handled have a tonic effect upon the mind. The hero is an English chemist born in America, and the story of his life, told by himself, is equally bound up with the two countries.—Ann and Her Mother. By O. Douglas. (Hodder and Stoughton. 7s. (3d. net.) —Ann is writing a" Life" of her mother, and all through the long bleak northern winter in the Green Glen together they reconstruct the story of that life in a series of reminiscent talks by the wood fire. Such a scheme for a book is ambitious and beset with difficulties, with the result in this case that the feelings of the reader are subjected to uncomfortable alternations of admiration at the measure of success achieved and impatience at every hint of the failure that was almost a foregone conclusion. But in spite of the slightly irritating sense of strain occasioned by this indirect method of narration, it is quite possible to appreciate in this history of a Scottish minister's family the aroma of piety and cheerfulness, of sanity and courage, which makes all Miss Douglas's books such delightful reading.—The 'Vehement Flame. By Margaret Deland. (John Murray. 7s. (3d. net.)— A psychological study of a jealous woman, written with a degree of insight and human sympathy whick is entirely admirable. The situation described is that of an emotional woman of thirty- nine married to a sensitive, high-spirited boy of nineteen ; and although in all probability the problem presented admits of no satisfactory solution, the reader is put so completely in possession of all the factors operating in the situation that if there is a way out he is bound to find it. Among the minor characters in the book Mrs. Houghton, the wife of the boy's guardian, stands out pre-eminent.
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