4 DECEMBER 1897, Page 11

A Writer of Fiction. By Clive Holland. (Constable and Co.)

—Mr. Cardew, after writing novels for some fourteen years or so, finds that publishers look askance at his work, and literary agents decline the attempt to " place " it. That is a melancholy con- tingency, only too likely to happen, unless the writer is of the first rank. The picture of the troubles that follow is painful, but not more painful than truth, especially where Cardew and his wife feel the danger with which their poverty is bringing their children into contact. In his despair the man writes a tale which will suit the corrupted taste that. delights in what we may euphemistically call the "new fiction," or shall we arty "the woman with the auxiliary verbs " ? He dies suddenly, worn out with toil and mental struggle; the widow, made aware by chance of what he had done, reclaims the unclean thing from the pub- lisher and burns it. " fir turAoiro sal 6.).Aos, arts rotaarti ye Wog ! " "Altios or 6.1tan, and may there be some one left to treat their evil works in the same fashion !