Long Bow

THUS FAR--J. C. Snaifh--Appleton ($2.00). Rushing alongside the horny-hided thriller-reader, Writer Snaith delivers pointblank a tale about a scientist who grafted the fourth dimension upon the fetus of a high anthropoid. The offspring was nerveless, bloodless, sexless, deathless, supra-intelligent and psychic. Unforturfately, it was also sadistic and clawed out a number of people's carotid arteries, among them that of the scientist. Also unforunately, a very biological biologist and a very bemonocled amateur detective pile the book with slovenly heaps of "scientific" jargon, consisting chiefly of proper names that Writer Snaith looked up in some book or read in the newspapers. One is repeatedly told that the badinage is entirely "point-device." Writer Snaith patches his wretched English with motley tatters of French. But the thrill's the thing; shut your eyes and you will surely get it. However splintery, the how drawn is one of the longest ever dragged from the woods.