Easy on the Cyril, Please
'Let's hope that Sonia Orwell's new inter- national quarterly, Art and Literature, has the success it deierves. Certainly' the first number, which publishes pieces by David Jones, Adrian Stokes and Genet, as well as what I thought was a particularly interesting appreciation of Jean Rhys by Francis Wyndham, is excellent value, containing as it does nearly 250 pages. In these admass days of processed literature it is well to remember how much of the seminal literature of the present century has appeared in little magazines—many of the poems of Yeats, Eliot, Pound and byltin Thomas, Hemingway's stories and much of Joyce's work. As Connolly says here in an article on little magazines, `literary move- ments and eventually literature itself could not exist without them.' One word of appeal' to the editor, however. Please don't overdo the Cyrillist tune of the magazine—I see that The Unquiet Grave is here described as expressing `the mood of post-war England as no other book succeeded in doing.' Can this possibly be true? I spent all of twenty or thirty seconds speculating on Jim Dixon's facial response to that one.
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