THE GOLDEN ISLE. By Dorothy Fisk. (Methuen. 7s. 6d.)—Those who
are sick and tired of the modernist novel and look for something simple and charming, without being in any way sloppy, should read The Golden Isle. It is suffused with the peculiarly charming atmosphere of Majorca with its Calas and caves, its lively virile people—and blue alpargatas. George Moreton, a doctor's son, goes to the island for his health and meets in Pollensa a sweetly mysterious English girl, who turns out to be a former lover of his brother Brian who was killed in the War, leaving Irene, George's own first love, a widow. After one or two sketchily-conceived adven- tures, this state of affairs is revealed to the parties concerned. The actual plot is definitely inferior to the sense of atmosphere, but it remains a very readable novel.
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