Back to the tempo of THE GOOD EARTH, although not connected with either that book or SONS, in any way. In this moving story of a Chinese peasant woman, to whom the daily round of toil and pain and poverty and birth seems inevitable and not to be questioned, Pearl Buck has recaptured the rhythm of the soil again. It is a slighter story than either THE GOOD EARTH or SONS; a more concentrated picture of a family, ill-fated throughout, rather than a cross section of a class in the social scheme. A book in which even the tragedy seems inevitable, in which the essential characteristic of a race, the emphasis on ""saving face"", becomes almost a fetish even in so lowly a character as the ""mother"". Sure of a market and wide publicity.