I THOUGHT OF DAISYEdmund Wilson Scribners ($2.50).
The "I" of this novel enmeshed himself in the Bohemian bedlam of Greenwich Village. There he met two women. Rita was a poetess, incandescent, fitful, tender. They read poetry in Rita's squalid little room until many dawns. But she did not return his love, and when she left the city he sought out Daisy.
A volatile creature whose morals, unlike her golden slippers, were tarnished, she successively made him want to write an ironic short story, a romantic sonnet, an essay damning all literature, a bitter...
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