THE RIPENING Colette Farrar & Rinehart. What Elinor Glyn used to be to thousands, Colette has increasingly become: purveyor to those who like mild aphrodisiacs in print.* But Colette, far above Authoress Glyn's tabloid class, wraps her erotic tablets in bathos-proof cellophane. Her uncanny feminine understanding, hearty physical sympathy for the internal workings of human nerves and glands, make her a writer who cannot avoid being labeled passionate but who never runs any danger of being cheap. Of the many Colette translations that have appeared in the U. S. in...
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