This novel was published in 1937, and it feels like it. In part, I would say that like a lot of semi-early versions of a genre, the rawness and the rough around the edges quality of a novel is such a limiting factor and you can feel it. I spoke in an earlier review how the Alfred Bester novel The Stars My Destination was NOT  plagued with this kind of sense of adherence to genre and roughness. This one however is, with some differences at times. […]