America, I Presume

By Wyndbam LewisHOWELL, SOSKIN
To escape the usual jibes at the Englishman who spends a few weeks among us and then writes a book about us, Mr. Lewis has adopted a moderately amusing fiction. He records the observations of a pukka sahib, Major Corcoran, equipped with monocle, moustache, and English accent, who comes to look us over. But the fiction soon breaks down because the Major is much too witty. He just turns into Wyndham Lewis, and even the fact that he has a murder-mystery writing American wife to whom he ascribes some of his best observations does not make us believe in him. Most of the book is given up to descriptions of American types and places on the Atlantic seaboard, good-humoredly and sometimes acutely recorded.