Rather surprisingly like the old Wells, of Mr. Britling days -- and for a totally different market from his recent novelettes, The Croquet Player and Star-Begotten. Note also a new imprint -- for H.G. Wells.... Good reading, unless one strongly objects to hearing the characters express the author, which is inextricably a feature of his work. In this instance, however, one has a sense of his standing off from himself and laughing a bit, now and then; of a salty wisdom and sense of drama. The story deals with an author who has suddenly decided to have himself publicized to his audience, and of the wife who suddenly faces the reality of her husband and his ""facade"" and of her place in his program. A sub-plot sets the main plot off to advantage, as the wife finds herself attracted by and necessary to another writer, less outwardly sure of himself. It is essentially Wells, but Wells without the verbosity that has hurt the chances of his Bulpington of Bulp, etc. Sound backing from the publishers.