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THE BROOKLYN DAILY EAGLE. NEW YORK, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 11)22. "THE LONELY WARRIOR" ZANE GREY-REVIEWS-NEWS From "The Story of Mankind PERSONALLY CONDUCTED 'WESTERN STUFF' THE EAGLE EYE By JOHN V. A. WEAVER AX ENGLISH FARM NOVEL. Sheila Kaye-Smith has written a new novel of Kentish and Sussex farm-life, called "Joanna Godden" (Dutton), which Impresses us as a very fine specimen of that sort of story. For some unaccountable reason, although we approve unreservedly of American dialect, we have not the same predilection for dialogue shot through with words like "maaster" and "plaace," with two dots oyer the first "a"; Hardy is the only writer who can carry on about louts and umlauts to our complete satisfaction. x But, despite our antipathy to Worcestershire or other dialectic British sauces, we found the meat in "Joanna Godden" toothsome and fairly nourishing. Joanna tried to run the farm her father left her, and all the local wiseacres said she'd make a failure of It. She did. She was a fine physical specimen, voting and good-looking, described by one of the neighbors as "a mare that's never been praaperly broken in, and she wants a strong hand to do it." Contrary and determined she was, and many were her vicissitudes as a farmerette. She was a fierce moralist, at first, and belligerently virginal. When her sister rail .off with the Squire, Joanna's anger was superb. But troubles came, and all her ideals went. Her fiance died on the eve of their marriage. Joanna muddled along with her farm, becoming more and more a virago of an old maid. She takes a lover. At the end of the book occur these phrases: "There she stood, nearly 40 years old, on the threshold of an entirely new life her lover, hef sister, her farm, her home, her good name, all lost. But the past and the future still were hers." , Sheila Kaye-Smith is not afraid to think straight or to tell her story with out mincing.. She ia a novelist of the very first rank. Scott Fitzgerald, whose "The Beautful and Damned," now running in the Metropolitan and announced for book publication by ScribnerS, March 3, evoked me remarx irom a certain young man tnat if it is, I am," is at work on a satiric play. In the course of the action, we understand, a girl tells how she broke off her engagement "No, I couldn't tell him that. He was too pie-eyed. I Just put the ring on a string, tied It around his neck, and pushed him out the door." H Evidently the opinion of a certain editor, to the effect that "The day is over for stuff about boys who carry lip-sticks and girls with flasks on their hips," is a bit premature. We find "Three One-act Plays' (Stewart Kldd), by Stark Young, the dra-mttWo critic of the New Republic, to be somewhat artificial in characterization and dialogue, looking at them from a reading standpoint; for acting purposes, however, we can see how they are exceedingly effective. All three of them have been played many times in Intimate theaters. JA'Sr. H. Howland of Bobbs-Merrill writes as follows concerning Ring Lardner: "In your 'Ring Lardner, Serious Artist,' you have said what I hoped some critic one day would say; what I tried to hint at in the dope I sent out with 'The Big Town,' and I am tremendously pleased. He has seemed to me a 'realist of the first rank,' his realism lost on the unthinking, In the fog created by his dialect, his slang, his misspelling. As a friend and admirer of Lardner's I want to thank you for discovering him. If I can have my way he will write a full-slacd satirical novel of our dear old American life one of these days, and when he does the eyes of the blind will be opened." 1 ;,'We ought to charge Mr. Howland at advertising rates for this, we suppose; but the fact is that he has expressed exactly our opinion of Lardner. It is only fair to Bay that F. P. A. has also called attention to Lardner's excellence as a serious artist at various times. m4 v -Tvi . ' - ' .i . " ' . 1 ' i ' I r ' n ililii irii i , 1 i i -i -1 ' T , I - ' , ii I , Some of These Red-Blooded Ya'ns Different-Some Are Indifferent. By SEWARD B. COLLINS What is meant to be a thrilling story of adventure very often Isn't. All the iriRi edlcnts may lie there, but Hie mixture mny not work. The formula Isn't as simple us it seems. "Blue Pote, Half-Breed" (McCann), by Luke Allan, means to thrill us by relating the adventures of a half-brec il who aids the Northwestern Mounted Police In the pursuit of cattle-rustlers. 1'nlng a hall-breed us a hero instead of a villain in a story of this type is such a novelty that cinc'a imeiest is engaged at the start. I'n-lortunately the promise is not fulfilled. Ulue l'eto fails to develop into a real person and his peculiar dialect, which may be a Canadian idea of a Western American speech, becomes wearisome after a number of pagei. When the outlaw half-breed starts to call a young mounted policeman "Uov." nnd then listens tenderly as Buy reads a letter from his sweet-laced mother in her vine-clad cottage far across the sea, oven the healthiest interest miiHt begin to pick at the coverlet and rattle in the throat. The fault, does not all lie with "Blue Pete." The world in which be moves und the characters with whom lie Is concerned are depicted without color or power to convince. His story is told with a great lack of Hie commonplaces of stoiy-telling (ooliniitie and plot development and climax and suspense have no part In it. Certain emphases cause one to wonder whether Luke Allan may not be a pen name for something or other preceded by Miss, but It does not mutter. Porliaps Stretched to Book Length. Clny Perry, the author of "Roving River1' (Bobbs Merrill) is apparently not certain ut the start whether he is writing a story of adventure or one of romance, but he decides early to let romance have the Held. it becomes plain before one has rend many pages Hint the hero will defeat an unscrupulous logging rival by blowing up a beaver dam and diverting I he. "Greece." an illustration from Hcndrik Willem Van Loon's noteworthy Ipt'tui there Is ii'othinc'to engage' t lie summary of Humanity's Progress (Boni & Liveright). The genial und attention but the question of the race erudite author is, in addition, his own illustrator. "The Story of Mankind" is one of the big non-fiction successes of the year. RACY AND QUICK-WITTED. , A casual summary of "The Romantic Lady," by Michael Arlerrt (Dodd-Mead), might be that it reads somewhat like a collaboration between Conrad arid Wilde, with plots furnished by George Moore. This would be exaggeration, of -course, but if you will take such a summary as a guide, and tone It down to- rather mild degree, It will fit not badly, we believe. The stories concern amorous adventures, there are many flashes of wit in the Wilde vein, and often passages are acutely echoing of Conrad's lighter moods. The book is delicately dating, the tales are most satisfactory for quick reading. In a review for the New Republic of 'The Love for Three Oranges," Proko-fieft's new opera, Mrs. Janet Fairbank, Chicago's society literary light, says: '"The production is unique, although It Is of the same general type as Rlmsky-Korsakoff's 'Coq D'Or,' Stravinski's 'Petrouchka' ai.d Debussy's 'Pelleas and Melisande'." This bracketing Is due, we suppose, to the fact that all four occur on a stage. ERIE CANAL AND IOWAY. ' "Vandemark's Folly," by Herbert Quick (Bobbs-Merrill), is a rousing tale of . pioneer days. In the heydaylof canal traffic a young boy runs away from a crewel stepfather and becomes a driver of tow-horses. He becomes hard-boiled, works his way finally out to Wisconsin, gets cheated of his patrimony, and finally goes" out to Iowa, where he takes up an apparently useless plot of land and turrts it into a fine farm, He falls in love and at length wins the pioneer girl of his dreams. . A very pleasant yarn of the time-honored frontiertype, full of "atmosphere" and not badly written. For a hard egg the hero certainly gets the prize for high-mlndcdness and purity. Good reading for lovers of elementary and pseudo- elemental fiction. Worth about twenty of the usual "red-blooded" stories. J Post-War America in a Novel By H. V. KALTENBORN Excerpt from "Winter Dawn," a poem in the current Issue of "Poetry: A Magasine of Verse"! ''Slowly, softly, like thin music, murmur the sorrow-chant, For Swlya, our mother. Swlya, our mother, is dead. 'Q'ulx se Q'ulx se Wag-ila-wa." Constance Lindsay Skinner is evidently a pseudonym of that well-known author, Eta Oin Shrdlu. A GOOD TRAVEL BOOK. We've heard so much about the South Seas that we have almost lost sight of the fact that there are parts of our own country south of us which are con siderably worth visiting. John Faris, in "Seeing the Sunny South" (Llppincott), has written a chatty and thorough travelogue concerning that section dubbed by .'Prof. Mencken "The Sahara of the Bozart." The South may hold to its motto of "Buy a Book a Year," but it needn't feel ashamed about anything else. Faris points out that in climate, food, natural beauty, picturesqueness of scene and character, aye, even in material prosperity, the States below the Mason- Dhton line are hard to beat. A DULL ATTEMPT AT THE RISQUE. ' "Honeymoon Dialogues," by James James, author of "A Guide Book to Women," is a strained effort to be naughtily humorous concerning all but the most intimate details of marital felicity. The author succeeds only in producing rather leering exhibitions of exceptionally bad taste. Can a novel be both fine and crmH? Can It solve a problem and still leave It unsolved? Can It pain't a picture o 1622 America that is both true a, id false? These are just a few of the questions suggested by Claude. C. Washburn's "The Lonely Warrior" (Harcourt, Brace & Co.). Stacy Carroll is Young America, back from the war, restless, dhcun tented, searching for the truth about life, disillusioned, hot-headed, blundering into scrapes and out of ther.i. li: love with love Instead of with a wom an and messing things up in affairs . f the heart on that account. He returns from France to his par ticular Main Street, lens thun a night's ride west of New York and much larger and more progressive than V-pher Prairie, but still u Main Street With all the bigotry and traditlona nfoliirllre which that implies. Hit father is one of the rich men or t he-town and he can't understand tha-rris his changed son who has coic bacK from the trenches. In the contrast and conflict between father and son we nee not only the eternal struggle of the older und the younger generation, but a reflection of the far-reachihg clash of the more conservative pie-war traditions with the eager desire for a post-war world that shall be worth the bitter suffering and sacrifices of the recent past. The story is full of vivid incident and color. 'jJiie lace riots of Omaha, with all their wot'ul revelation of bestinlity and cruelty, are thrown on the screen with realistic flashes. Slncy Carroll gets mixed up with the mob and the beast in him Is stirred, too, but his reaction is to beat Into insensibility a member of the mob who is howiliig for blood. The flashy roaunouse of post-Prohibition days, the parlor radical who talks revolution without knowing what it means, the smug small-town financier who pays his laborers a ins? gardly wage and spends his profits in profligacy are all sketched with visor; and broad color. Not all the pictuie-.r are Well drawn, some seem more like caricatures; but there Is an underlying! sincerity that inclines t he reader to I follow the author even when he Is not quite convinced. I To present a picture, of post-war j America in the pages of a novel which i must concern itself mainly with iliei unhappy love affair of a disillusioned soldier and a disillusioned young wom an who takes suicide as the best v.i'.vi out and which must leave room enough to bring the hero into the happy j matrimonial haven with a good wom-i an who has been waiting for him; patiently through some 300 pages is a! task which confronts the author with a man-size Job. Claude C. Washburn has pretty neurly measured up lo it. He has taken his Job seriously and he has done it mighty well. Lots of people are going to talk about his book Not all those who talk about it will like It, but every one will agree tin! without being cheerful or tearful it holds the interest and stimulates thought on every page. It Is a book that is distinctly worth reading. and bloodi of Rondeau's Sue. She is quite charming with her French Canadian accent, but if she Is a half-breed the hero may not marry her, which matter, strangely enough, Is not settled before Hie last few pages or the book. The creator of Rondeau's Hue is several degrees above the author of "Blue Pete," in that he presents his situation clearly and convincingly and works in some suspense to lead the reader up to climaxes that are really (here. Unfortunately some of the devices he employs for his purpose are rather old and rlcketty. Misunderstandings and disappearances THEY WENT IV TWO M TWO I The I. W. W. (Industrious Workers of the "World") Said F. p. A. to Heywood Itronn, "They're all agog at what we're doln'!" "I wonder how we get this way!" Said Heywood Broun to V. P. A. Sopprc-.-oil Dcflers. Said Teddy Dreiser to J.ll. Cabell, "Haven't we raised un awful gabble!" "Yes, we really should be nicer," Said J. 11. Cabell to Teddy Dreiser. The Old, Old Orlci, Said Klnier More to Stuart Flioiiiiao. "Ijefs clean up these younger vermin." "All right, let's; they make me sore," Said Stuart Sherman to Elmer .More. II 1st cry. Said 11. (!. Wells to Ilendrlck Willem. "Let's collect some fuels and spill 'cm." "I hone to gosh the darn stuff sells." Said Hcndrik Willem to II. G. Wells. The Itixpiitiiolt-oi's. Said T. S Kliot to Ezra Pound, "Methlnks I hear an ominous sound." "Yes, they'll have us both In hell yet," Said Ezra Pound to T. K. Eliot. The Re uiiiiilng of Charity. Said Bill Benet to brother Steve. "We're both all light, I do believe." "1 think there's something ill what you say." Said brother Steve to BUI Belief. The Sninrty Set. Said old George Jean to Henry I... "How long can we keep raising hell?" "That remains, door, to be seen," Said flenry L. to old George Jean. I Speaking ut Krcnnw. S-'i'd Sl:;miind Freud to Jung. f. J.. ; "They're going lo call our bluff somr I day." ; "W" should worry and be annoyed." 1 Sail .lung, C. J., to Slgmund Freud. j THE PEP.ILS OP PASSION. Or, What Price Hrotl Fitzgerald Vow? I From "The Monster, by Kclgar Kaltus. ) "Lifting her hands from his shoulders to his face, she drew It to her own. Their lips met longly. With the savour of her about him. Verplunk passed out." It looks us If J. c. Squire were beginning to get. as th-y say. hi. Douglas (Joldrlng. for one, has a mori beautiful and unmerciful l'imlastin;i of Mm in the February Bevbwer And from England comes a pamphlet, Vh. Ik" i 1 1... 1 1 ',.lrrnl,lo ''" ivherfin I Libert Kllwell mingles nastv digs with nnuml criticism, (.'mi the .Meieury be going down ? Don Marquis Is following up "The Old Soak" with "The Almost perfect State." and we find oarself wonder-In:,' from the title If (he new one is also a contribution fo the growing literature of drunkenness. "The first thing one notirea about 1-onl llryiel is that be was not mar ried till IMSil: over Till when Frank Harris. Nori. lo the "eoii'tiir. In other words. b w-a- ho first fell in love." In Shadow-land, bei.t of our know!ed!TP. "Anyway, the Hogs Are Good' NUNNALLY JOHNSON REVIEWS ZjANE GKEY'S LATEST One finds, on reading "To the Last Man," ""alio Grey's most recent' hairy-chested chronicle, published by Harper & Brothers, one lonely Instance of original conception nnd execution. OutHld of it, the story is the usual dreary product of a fiction mill, no different from and no better than those that 50 less popular writers can and do turn out every year, This Instance, though, is worthy of being noted. One does not find orlgina tty n Zano Grey's books every year. It makes a mighty effort lo lift thn volume out of the realm of rot, nnd he author deserves a literary iron cross for It. Jean Isbcl, the hero, a mongr'.'l character come of Indian, French and English forbears, has returned from Oregon to Arizona to accept a leading role In a messy feud between his f.ilk, who are cow people and righteous, and an invading contingent of sheep people, who are, as evidenced by a score of Western books, as wicked ns sin. They have never been able to get along together, the cow people and the sheep people, owing possibly to the lamentable fact that sheep eat the lawn to a teat her-edgn, thereby leaving no nourishment for the klne. A cow that. Cannot eat cannot live. Jean's part Is to slaughter the sheep people, and, If necessary, the sheep. Toward the end of the book so far does one have lo seek to lind these little nuggets! during a particularly I warm engagement between the feudists, the cadavers of sheep people and cow people who have hit the dust are scattered everywhere, two lying In No Man's Land, on to which the pall-btarer squad fears to venture. Then believe It or not the sheep people, the dirty rascals, unlatch the pigsty gate and sick the porkers on I he corpses! It Is a remarkable situation the two dead cow people lying unprotected and the sows and shoots rallying for a good square meal of fresh meat, the while the sheep people watch and sneer and spit, and the cow people walcb and shudder and spit. A better writer could have done wonders wtih it. Grey, though, realizing suddenly that he Is off the beaten track, becomes frightened and withdraws. Where ho might have written P banquet scene of originality and strength he sends two women out to shoo Hip pigs back into their troughs. The incident, conceived so well, terminates according to the stage-old third-act standards. For a writer who has slaughtered 'em so coolly In the past, (Irev Is, 111 this case, disappointingly old-maldlsh. There Is nothing after that. As In the ancient wheeze on n well-dogged I'nele Tom show, paraphrased for the situation, the bogs were good but (he support without particular merit. In the end, every sheep person In Arizona Is dead except a girl, and she marries .lean, who Is the last of the cow people. and things forgotten are among (hem nnd the tale Impresses one as a story that did not grow to book length, but was stretched to it. A ('lrl In a Mining Town. Compared lo cattle rangs and North Woods, the scene of "Fortune ut Bandy's Flat," by Camilla Kenyon, (Bobbs Merrill) is unsuggestive of danger and excliement. Bandy's Flat Is a mining town, but one long dead. It would not seem likely that the adventures there of an 18-year-old girl and her younger brother would make exciting reading, and as a mallei of fact what happens lo them Is not a great deal, but Sally's account of it Is more thrilling than many a bloodier tale about a wilder place. What happens to the folks at Bandy's Flat seems Important because Iho author, even though hers Is n light tale, has endeavored to create (hem with some likeness to real people, til this she uses to advantage a fund of humor which Appears to be no smnll part of her ciiulimielit. Rally herself Is quite lenl, even If she does speak whole paragraphs that In phrasing ami con-struction are quite out of character. When she is kissed by the villain, who, though thoroughly despicable In many wavs. Is dark, handsome nnd has "got Spanish blood In him,'' she confesses that she likes 11. A story told by a girl like that carries conviction. JOSEPH COX. ( mi fir Mfitrrn !l'ri,iui l.ii r lnt I.m; MMi-f YOU By MAGDELEINE MARX Aulll'ir nf "Woitliill." .V'ti; Vrii- Timet; "lxcelletit ihibU-i-i nf llm r.haili'H if thought fiml fm'llnr, it inrlliml nf niiri'iitlon Mtrlklnfc In It oini.-Kliiiii'. imlnnt, pi'Mntil filllltitf to pri.ilic un elti't of ("union." ,n' liirfc Ihrnl'l: "A l'""k wlilrh In lilt" mi iitlipr- mini"! hilly lyrh-nl, slli rhilj, lientil I fut nnil uiul-rHtivul In." JL'0.1. THOMAS f ELTZER, New York JUSTICE BENEDICT'S! RAISE HOOKS. The American Art Association has Issued a catalogue of the. bonks : i n . 1 pamphlets In the collection of Supreme Court Justice Husscll Benedict which is fo be sold on Monday afternoon aud evening, Feb. 27, at the American Art Galleries, Madison Square North. This collerlion embraces the acts and laws of the 13 original colonics and Htu'efc. Those who have been privileged to Inspect the collection at Justice Benedict's home In Prospect park South will remember it ns unique, both In the number of tides and the excellent NtaCj of preservation In which most of 'be volumes remain after many year.1-. Among the early printers represented arc William Bradford, the first In Hi's State; Hugh (lalno, James Parker, John Holt, Benjamin Franklin, lianhl Fowle, Isaac Collins and Timothy Green. The collection embraces the work of practically every American printer of note in the 17lh and 18th Centuries. Just OUt" THE LONELY WARRIOR i Claude Washburn Young men in America 1919-1921 $2.00 Hnrcourt, Brace A Co. 1 W. 47th St., N.Y. What a wonder-world of dcliKht his imaRlnalfon opened up for little Johnnie Smith, household drudge in a decrepit tenement! Go with him on his adventures into the realms of fancy and grim reality. He's "THE RICH LITTLE POOR HOY," ELEANOR- GATES' new novel. All booksellers have it, at $2.00. This is an Anoleton Hook. i i II DIVORCE the newspapers, magazines, theatres and preachers are all discussing it. BRASS the novel by Charles G. Norris, visions the situation more clearly than any book has yet done. BRASS is not a novel of propaganda, but a picture which any man or woman, married or contemplating marriage, will find supremely interesting. BRASS is generally recognized as one of the great American novels a fascinating study of the age-old struggles of men and women to have each other and yet to have themselves. .T6'ft Edition. Any bookutore can supply. $2.00. E. P. DUTTON & CO., 681 Fifth Avenue, New York SIMON CALLED PETER By ROBERT KEABLE, Author of "Standing By" GRACE PHELPS in the N. Y. Tribune calls it: "A novel far cut out of the ordinary, presenting a startling picture of the effect of war in stripping men and women to the essentials." $2.00. Any hookitore can xitpply it; or, if not, it can he had from E. P. DUTTON & CO., 681 Fifth Avenue, New York 'irfH'irM'iiiMiniimiiiHrwiirniiinHiiiuwriaiMiiHhiaiii.iHiirHiiiKi.iB :;::H;ii!::!.K:r;;!:!Bi;ii:!aini;iBB:i;if!f. THE LIONS' CAGE The last time I saw Will fieebe, author of "The Edge of the Jungle" (Holt), he was giving suggestions to Margaret Severn and myself regarding local color for; a jungle dance poem which we were rehearsing. He was talking alxmt moon light, and he said: "You know, that idea of bathing in moonlight In your poem may' sound a bit far-fetched to some people, but if they ever saw the moon some of those nights doWh In Guiana! Why, I give you my word, sometimes the light is so thick you could cut it with a knife!" '"Mr. BSebe is always in search of outlandish and rare phenomena; having learned most of what there is to know about the more every-day fauna and in- aeCtrvora of the jungle, he has Just left on an expedition wJiieh, if I were not sure it was tremendously serious, i might mistake for a duplicate of the Kawa trip. Mr. Beebe has taken a large party, Including a woman painter and a special photographer, down to British Guiana, principally for the purpose of studying the habits and love life of the armored catftah and of a certain four-legged bird whose name sounds like a hacking cough, The expedition will M tone from two to twelve months. AHHhis may sound facetious, and it is known that Mr. Beebe was respon sible for the photographs of Capt. Traprock's party; but let me state that he is oiiii jof America's keenest and most authentic scientists and he clothes his knowl edge In a style of writing which is beautiful in Its simplicity and in Its polished How. Mr. Beebe was not greatly pleased when I told him I was going to describe him as a "gentleman Whose eyebrows were one-third the way up his face." ile is somewhat sensitive about his loss of hair.. But his shining forehead, which extends almost back of his ears, and his lanky figure are his features which are most memorable. Ho is somewhat like a courteous, benignant American eagle In' appearance. We guess that he Is In his early forties. A scholar, an excellent raconteur, a whimsical companion, and a writer of the very highest order. NERVOUS! A BOOK OF DRAWINGS By H. M. BATEMAN With an introduction By G. 1'. Chesterton READERS Of Phhci have long known Batcman's gloriously funny illustrations. "t count this hook ainonr niv (rro.i test treasures." JOHN V. A. WEAVER. , At all booksellers. $3.50 By mail, $.1.63 HENRY HOLT & CO. 19 W. 44th St. New York THE LATEST THING and Other Things ALEXANDER BLACK Author of "The Great Desire" Including The Dictatorship of the Dull Looking Literary The Truth About Women Half Gods and the Goddess The Last of the Great Foreigners Legs Art and the Audience $2.00 at all book stores HARPER & BROTHERS Established 1817 New York m i l! i i i l i i M i I i II Pi n Si i i f A Book a Week That's Your Resolution and what a fine resolution it ia, for at the end of the year you will have 52 volumes of the choicest that the warld affords, ;f you buy from the lists suggested by Loeser's. Only Three Titles Suggested Today And Many Will Want Them All Your choice of but one will be made with a struggle, and most will say "I'll have them all." "The White Desert," $1.75 by Courtney Ryley Cooper. A story of Colorado mountains. We thought Enos Mills would never have a rival in describing this locality, but here it i.s. Even the dedication is a rare jewel. Modern Essays: An Anthology, $2 selected and edited by that prince of raconteurs, Christopher Morley. Only space to note two, but two as choice as white lilacs at Christmas time. The first you will read is "Mary White," by her father William Allen White, too well known to need a biography. The second is a rival of that famous dog story, "Kab and His Friends," and is entitled, "Some Nonsense About a Dog," by Harry Esty Dounce. Nibbie, the dog, was a waif, but Dounce says, "This is for people who know about dogs, in particular little mongrels without pedigree or market value. . . . The brown eyes full of heart were the best point. . . . And when he was gone . . . the whole house was full of a little snoofing, wagging, loving ghost." -, "Prince Jan: St. Bernard," $1.75 Another rarely beautiful dog stoiy of the life-saving Hospice in the Alps Mountains kept by the monks for more than a thousand years. It started out to be a child's book, but every grown-up will love it dearly. Brooklyn's Most Complete Book Shop IOfMcr's Main Floor. .:::

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