HOMAGE TO BLENHOLT

An inexcusable book -- vulgar, in the mass, and poor story telling at that. The story of a Jewish boy who wanted to rise above the uninspiring existence of the people around him. Occasionally there is indicated a vague theory that these seemingly horrid folk might be kind and happy if Fate smiled upon them; furthermore, that fortunate people are good, unfortunate are bad. Characterization too frail to be convincing, too futile to enlist sympathy, too sordid to arouse interest. Some critics saw in Summer in Williamsburg, unrecognized and unappreciated genius. We acknowledge that in neither book can we find even a flicker.