Ideny it, of course, but my friend claims that I read down the middle of the page. The truth is, I often see both sides as well; especially when the prose flows easily, and the content is as light-to-frothy as That Crazy American Music, by Elliot Paul (Bobbs-Merrill, $4.00). This book came to hand while I was momentarily sensitive to my friend’s criticism, and I resolved to read it slowly from left to right. No sooner said, than my eye muscles weren’tuptoit. I found myself compensating by moving my head from side to side; and the more I read, the more appropriate the gesture.
Half of the book goes by before the title music appears. It turns out to be jazz—Dixieland, Blues, Boogie, and Bop—as developed and performed by American Negroes.




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