The style is still as cool and clean and unobtrusive as a good maid, which is just what it should be.
Also by Isherwood
The World in the Evening is far too shadowy for good photography, and the one thing Mr. Isherwood does not try to be in this, his new novel, is a camera.
You know, I almost hate that book. I hate her, and her pathos, and her heart disease…
The World in the Evening reads rather like a satire on Isherwood’s earlier novels. Elizabeth and Stephen are caricatures: the insipid martyr and the painfully blithe young man. His weakest novel, but Isherwood nonetheless.— Lily Power