A reviewer has referred to Mr Dos Passos as a war-correspondent at the Class-war Front. I should prefer to describe him as the propaganda-expert — the man who thinks up all the "corpse-factory" stuff, and manages the "rape" end of the hate-publicity racket. But the capitalist enemy and his "gunthugs" is never over-painted — he is even under-painted sometimes. For instance, I myself could think of far more disagreeable things to say about capitalists than what this rather soft and pianissimo propagandist selects, for his purposes...

Back to the Epic! is the slogan of the post-Slump American (cf. Upton Sinclair's Californian manifestoes); and here we are in an Epic world, with a little red Ulysses to pilot us through the strange New countries. So, under correction, may I recommend this book? It would be quite superfluous for a reviewer who is not an aficionado of Communism to point out that there is another side to all these stories, in which the good fairy would change places with the wicked ogress, and vice versa.