THE Jewish people offer unique material to the writer who knows them, because they are the only race that is both intensely provincial and completely cosmopolitan. Children of Abraham consists of twenty-nine illustrations of this dual character of a people living in ghettos of a dozen countries, never wholly escaping the powerful pull of their ancient traditions and the equally strong temptation to assimilate themselves to their surroundings. It is a situation that makes for an overpowering pathos at times, at others for an ironical humor, and at still others for a very complicated psychology. Mr. Asch’s writing is so free from both anger and comment, and - without affectation - so apparently ingenuous, as to suggest that he is one of the great writers of our time. Some of these stories are simply heart-wringing, and yet they are never without beauty. It is hard to choose among them, but I hope that nobody will fail to read “The Song of Hunger,” “The Carnival Legend,” “Heil, Hitler,” and “Sanctification of the Name.” R. M. G.