13 FEBRUARY 1932, Page 26

NORTH WIND. By James Lansdale Hodson. (Faber and Faber. 7s.

6d.)—Mr. Hodson's earlier novel, Grey Dawn, Red Night, was an impressive piece of work. North Wind is less remarkable. Martin Frobisher's career during and after the War has a certain shapelessness—a blind alley quality which seems to prevent both him and his creator from getting into their stride. But though the book runs jerkily, Martin's excursions into training camps, Govern- ment offices, Fleet Street, nursing homes, the factories of the North and the fringes of the theatre are too enter- taining in detail for us to regret them.