SOURCE: "Paul Morand," in The Reviewer, Vol. III, Nos. 11-12, July, 1923, pp. 932-39.

In the following essay, Newman declares Morand one of the great prose writers of the early twentieth century, citing many of his short stories as evidence.

The book-shops of Paris are not yet so numerous as the cafés and the coiffeurs, but from the celebrated angle of the Boulevard Montparnasse and the Boulevard Raxpail to the Rue des Petits Champs, following the most agreeable combination of the route of the autobus AE and the autobus AF, an eye more easily caught by books than by paint brushes and Brittany beds looks into twenty-nine windows—La Societé Francaise des Ecoles du Dimanche and the stalls along the Quai Voltaire not counted—where the nineteenth century yellow octavos which routed the eighteenth century calf are not yet routed by the green, the white and red, the...