By Bula Matari

A GOOD while ago, some of my friends asked me what I was working at. When I told them that I wanted to write a life of Henry Morton Stanley and had, with this end in view, been studying the subject for several years, they were very much surprised. What, they inquired, could interest me in a man whose doings had been of little moment in his lifetime and would leave no con- spicuous traces in history—a man whose name had al- ready lapsed into oblivion?

Jacob Wassermann, LIVERIGHT•INC•PUBLISHERS, 1933, 375p.