The publisher wants a humorous book on Russia, claiming there are none such. What about P. L. Travers' Moscow Excursion -- and Carveth Wells' Kapoot? Both, in this reader's opinion, much funnier than this. Frankly, I found this a bit pallid, a bit thin, forced humor, and inadequate and superficial in facts. It seems a slipshod piece of work, doing no good to E. M. Delafield's reputation for sly wit and adroit phrase. The judicious use of editorial prerogative would at any rate have saved repetition, inaccuracies, careless arrangement. The actual facts about Russia offer less to recommend them than the fairly amusing running commentary on fellow travelers. The book reads like a group of hastily written essays, casually thrown together. Yet -- being E. M. Delafield, it will sell.