A unique book, embodying certain elements that many of us have wished could be brought into focus, namely the coordinating of the frantic background of France, discussion turn during the years 1933-34, with the record of student life patterned against the . There is a quality in the letters an art student writes his mother of his search for a room with a view, of the feel and beauty and darkness and fascination of Paris, of his daily adventures, of his fellow tenants, his fellow art students, of country week ends all brought to life not only by the vividness of his style, but by random sketches, and superb etchings which have caught the very es of Paris. Poetry, interspersed as the mood calls for it, seems to me less successful. And the whole personal picture is set against the history of the times as reflected by headlines and stimulated photostatted front pages from current newspapers. There, in the text, one gets a sense of fate rushing upon dismembered France and England and America asleep. It ends with the Dolfuss murder. A unusual conception, successfully carried out, in a book which should catch the imagination of those who loved France.