. When winter comes to Main Street . uses and then read is, I would have made this recommendationa few months ago, but so representative of allsides of Swinnertons talent is his new novel, TheThree Lovers, that I should now prefer to say toanyone unacquainted with Swinnerton: Beginwith The Three Lovers9 And after that I wouldhave him read Coquette and the other books inthe order I have named. After he had reachedand finished Nocturne, I would have him turn tothe several earlier novels—The Happy Family,On the Staircase, and The Chaste Wife. 11 The Three Lovers, a full-length novel
. When winter comes to Main Street . uses and then read is, I would have made this recommendationa few months ago, but so representative of allsides of Swinnertons talent is his new novel, TheThree Lovers, that I should now prefer to say toanyone unacquainted with Swinnerton: Beginwith The Three Lovers9 And after that I wouldhave him read Coquette and the other books inthe order I have named. After he had reachedand finished Nocturne, I would have him turn tothe several earlier novels—The Happy Family,On the Staircase, and The Chaste Wife. 11 The Three Lovers, a full-length novel whichSwinnerton finished in Devonshire in the spring of1922, is a story of human beings in conflict, andit is also a picture of certain phases of modernlife. A young and intelligent girl, alone in theworld, is introduced abruptly to a kind of lifewith which she is unfamiliar. Thereafter thebook shows the development of her character andher struggle for the love of the men to whom sheis most attracted. The book steadily moves[226]. FRANK SWINNERTON [227] SWINNERTON: ANALYST OF LOVERS through its earlier chapters of introduction andgrowth to a climax that is both dramatic and mov-ing. It opens with a characteristic descriptivepassage from which I take a few sentences: It was a suddenly cold evening towards theend of September. . The street lamps weresharp brightnesses in the black night, wickedlyrevealing the naked rain-swept paving-stones. Itwas an evening to make one think with joy ofsucculent crumpets and rampant fires and warmslippers and noggins of whisky; but it was not anevening for cats or timid people. The cats wereracing about the houses, drunken with primevalsavagery; the timid people were shuddering andlooking in distress over feebly hoisted shoulders,dreadfully prepared for disaster of any kind,afraid of sounds and shadows and their ownforgotten sins. . The wind shook the win-dow-panes; soot fell down all the chimneys;trees continuously rustled as if they were try
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