Country of the Young, while telling one of the oldest stories in the world-- namely love, and loss of love, is young certainly in the feelings it transfixes and transcribes. The first person fingerprint seems to be on every page, from the time when David Wyman goes to spend a summer at Tanglewood, play his clarinet, and fall in love with Ruth, from New York. He returns there to work, but Ruth goes on to Europe, marries someone else, and never quite lets go of David, in memory or actuality. The interim months are negligible ones until he meets Jill, primly resistant at first, then finally very much his until, once again involved with Ruth, he loses Jill-- who matters more than he'd thought.... Schiller's novel, even if it is unremarkable in what it has to say or the way in which it says it, does have a soft, sensuous, romantic drift. It also summons up any or every man's youthful experience, exposes it expansively, assesses it affirmatively. This is out of character with its contemporaries but may extend its appeal to an older audience.