Lin Yutang - Works in Chinese or Published in China To 1935

Works in Chinese or Published in China To 1935

(courtesy Lin Yutang House )

  • (1928) Jian Fu Collection (Shangha: Bei Hsin Book Company)
  • (1930) Letters of a Chinese Amazon and Wartime Essays (Shanghai: Kaiming
  • (1930) Kaiming English Books (Three Volumes) (Shanghai: Kaiming)
  • (1930) English Literature Reader (Two Volumes) (Shanghai: Kaiming)
  • (1930) Kaiming English Grammar (Two Volumes) (Shanghai: Kaiming)
  • (1931) Reading in Modern Journalistic Prose (Shanghai: Oriental Book)
  • (1933) A Collection of Essays on Linguistics (Shanghai: Kaiming Book)
  • (1934) Da Huang Ji (Shanghai: Living)
  • (1934) My Words First Volume (Sing Su Ji) (Shanghai Times)
  • (1935) Kaiming English Materials (Three Volumes) co-written by Lin Yutang and Lin you-ho (Shanghai: Oriental Book Co.)
  • (1935) The Little Critic: Essays Satires and Sketches on China First Series: 1930-1932 (Shanghai: Oriental Book Co.)
  • (1935) The Little Critic: Essays Satires and Sketches on China Second Series: 1933-1935 (Shanghai: Oriental Book Co.)
  • (1935) Confucius Saw Nancy and Essays about Nothing (Shanghai: Oriental)
  • (1936) My Words Second Volume (Pi Jing Ji) (Shanghai Times)

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