LIVING ABROAD By Norval Richardson "It was a marvellous night—still
and cold and clear. It was exactly like a Christmas card come to life. It was the sort of night that demanded lighted candles and red apples and carols. Thank heaven there were instead—at least in the hotel—jazz and caviare." That is how Mr. Richardson writes about Christmas night in Switzerland. And that is how he writes about his life in Paris, on the Riviera, in Brittany, Normandy, Florence and the other places where Americans congregate. It is the frank admission of the writer's preferences that- distinguishes Living Abroad (Cassell, 8s. 6d.) from the usual run of autobiographies by Americans in Europe. There is a sort of easy charm about his little stories, his bits of gossip about celebrities, his chatter about flats, hotels, servants and food that turns what would other- wise be an irritating piece of smartness into quite a pleasant entertainment. Mr. Richardson must be congratulated on making a readable book out of a set of experiences that are, in themselves, of no interest whatever, except perhaps to other Americans living abroad.
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