In the footsteps of his father, Sinclair Lewis, young Lewis has done a first class reporting job, a realistic picture of an average college youth, fumbling, clumsy, unprepared. There is much in the book that ranks as intelligent writing, though the plot does not quite ring true. Possibly it is a sound reflection of a certain type of overintellectualized, inexperienced Harvard student. He takes a year in the life of a student, who is preoccupied throughout the book with finding out through personal experience whether he has reached man's estate. His instincts teach him nothing -- he turns to books for instructions in seduction and fails, and acquires thereby an inferiority complex on the sexual basis which gives him a harrowing year, until a nymphomaniac comes to his rescue. As you can see -- not a job for the shockeasilies.