NO MORE PARADES by FORD MADOX FORD GROSSET & DUNLAP Publishers New York by arrangement with A. & C. BONI _Copyright, 1925, By Albert y Charles Boni, Inc_ To WILLIAM BIRD MY DEAR BIRD,-- I have always held--and I hold as strongly now as ever--that a novel should have no preface. It should have no preface for æsthetico-moral reasons, and because prefatory matter takes away from the reality of, and therefore damages, a book. A dedicatory letter is a subterfuge. That subterfuge I feel forced to adopt, and must take the consequences. The reason is this: All novels are historical, but all novels do not deal with such events as get on to the pages of history. This _No More Parades_ does. It becomes, therefore, necessary to delimit what, in it, is offered as, on the author's responsibility, observed event. State, underline and emphasize the fact how you will it is impossible to get into the heads of even intelligent public critics the fact that the opinions of a novelist's characters as stated in any novel are not of necessity the opinions of the novelist. It cannot be done. How it may be with one's public one has no means of knowing. Perhaps they read one with more generosity and care. Presumably they do, for they have either spent money on, or taken some trouble to obtain, the volume. In this novel the events, such as it treats of, are vouched for by myself. There was in France, at the time covered by this novel, an immense base camp, unbelievably crowded with men whom we were engaged in getting up the line, working sometimes day and night in the effort. That immense army was also extremely depressed by the idea that those who controlled it overseas would--I will not use the word betray, since that implies volition--but "let us down." We were oppressed, ordered, counter-ordered, commanded, countermanded, harassed, strafed, denounced--and, above all, dreadfully worried. The never-ending sense of worry, in fact, far surpassed any of the "exigencies of troops actually in contact with enemy forces," and that applied not merely to the bases, but to the whole field of military operations. Unceasing worry! We took it out in what may or may not have been unjust suspicions of the all-powerful ones who had our lives in their hands--and seemed indifferent enough to the fact. So this novel recounts what those opinions were: it does not profess to dictate whether those opinions were or were not justified. There is, I think, not one word in it which records any opinions or words of mine as being my words or opinions. I believe I may say that, as to the greater part of such public matters as are here discussed, I have no opinions at all. After seven or eight years I have been unable to form any. I present therefore only what I observed or heard.