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Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 15, No. 15. August 7, 1952

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So much, for "Mrs. Jones's singing. About her prose remarks. Mr. Mitcalfe's abort story has point and shape, moves along smoothly in a relentless present tense, and etches in a wall-known-local character. It is not superbly done. The style has no particular strength, and the story takes too long to tell, but it is as good as stories which have achieved "Listener" publication.

Mr. Cody's notes on Modern Art cry out for the illustrations that accompanied his original talk. Without them, and with an inadequate knowledge of the subject. I cannot presume to criticise. (Perhaps Salient has an Art Expert?) [We have it is Mr. Cody.—Ed.] Mr. Scott's discussion of Mr. Glover's poetry—also prepared as a talk—is interesting and stimulating reading, but surely too unorganised for publication in its present form? It should have been redrafted for readers. The critical material in it is worth a better presentation.

There remains Mr. Hutchings on "Chaucer and Courtly Love." This is a type of academic essay favoured in College publications overseas, and would require an academic discussion which Salient would hardly have space for. Mr. Hutchings has the great merit of taking literature—even that of 1885—seriously as an Integral part of life, thought, and belief. Though readers of the Literary Issue, may have boggled at the article, it was well worth inclusion.

Joan Stevens.

The Editor of the Salient Literary Issue denounces "the prevalent bazaar - committee attitude" towards criticism and illustrates it by quoting the remark, "It is so kind of Mrs. Jones to sing for us—we mustn't be critical." Asked to review Salient's venture, I have taken his warning to heart I do not intend to be soothing about "Mrs. Jones" merely because she burgeons on the local clay patch.