THE NOVELS OF E H. YOUNG
Sia,—In last week's Spectator there is a review of a new book by E. H. Young—Chatterton Square. I know nothing of this, her latest book, but there must be thousands of your readers who have read and admired Miss Mole, William and The Parson's Daughter—there are others but I can't remember them—and like me, perhaps, will resent the sensitive, imaginative work of a writer of Miss E. H. Young's literary standing being dismissed in such superior fashion by a reviewer who is either very young or very badly read. Also surely it is nonsense to write that "gentility is the curse of English fiction." Such generalisations can never stand analysing. I am quite unknown to E. H. Young—am only writing out of gratitude for the pleasure her books have given me.—Yours
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