WE ARE THE LIVINGErskine CaldwellViking ($2). The late great Mark Twain never dared be quite as funny in public as he knew how to be in private; the censorship of his day was too much for him. Nowadays literary fashions are franker: almost everything can be said in print, and nearly everything is. Of all the young writers who frisk it in their new-found freedom, few kick higher heels than Erskine Caldwell, husky 30-year-old Georgian, the Methodist minister's son whose ribald God's Little Acre (TIME, Feb. 20) fell foul of Vice-Crusader John...
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