John Owen, once a cotton broker, wrote a novel, The Cotton Broker, six years ago, for which Britons laid down many a clutch of seven shillings. This year the shillings are rattling down again because Novelist Owen, a tall man who might pass for a giant, has written The Giant of Oldborne.— As a yardstick to current British taste in fiction the book will stand branding with the cliche "important."
No doubt beef-eaters consider that in writing The Giant of Old-borne Novelist Owen was doing a Tolstoi. For hero...
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