Voice of the Ghetto
Eager, active, completely absorbed in a study of life, Fannie Hurst seems to me not only the intuitive portrayer of feminine emotion but also the hard-working literary craftsman. If you call on her in her apartment in Manhattan with its Italian furnishing and its soft lighting, with two tawny Pekinese saying how-do-you-do at your feet, if you see her there, a striking figure in a high-backed chair, her straight black hair drawn back stiffly from her forehead, you will perhaps not realize the keen, almost childlike qualities that her mind...
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