![]() It is of a shy young art-student in Paris who to make the acquaintance of a French girl follows her as she goes about marketing, follows her to her door, where, holding out an egg, he says: “Mademoiselle, you dropped this.” But this is almost the only case in which she manoeuvres her story to the edge of an unsuspected cliff. ![]() There is only one story of hers (in Bliss) that unwinds to a too dexterous end. Miss Mansfield does not write what one usually thinks of as a “short story.” She is interested in people, not in plots, in the substance and color of life, and not the chess patterns that can be made with it. ![]() And after reading all of them, including her first volume, Bliss, there is no doubt at all that this talent amounts to the rare thing which a lack of a juster word to express our enthusiasms we call genius, and that her name must be added to that small company of the living-so small that they could all get into one Lexington Avenue car without straphanging-who really have something to say, and can say it uncommonly well. It is necessary to read no more than two or three of Miss Mansfield's stories before discovering that she has great talent. ![]() Review of Katherine Mansfield’s The Garden Party and Other Stories ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |