World Champions (novel)

Virgilia Peterson Ross of The Outlook reviewed the book: "Insufiiciently appeased in his lust to express himself about America by the book on New York, M. Morand now tells a tale, part truth, you suspect, and largely fancy, of the four men he knew best, when, in 1909, he came over to teach French at Columbia. ... Through the dramatic outlets chosen by these men for their energy and through the women who, save one, loom up to block their hopes, M. Morand maintains his story at a pitch of tensity. Through their characters, boxed and labeled to fit a type, he snares his opportunity to generalize ad libidum about Americana, from sexual habits to the uses and abuses of justice."[2] The critic continued: "He has a flair for acerbity, for bursting the bubbles of bombast, for trenchant ridicule. He is not afraid to bite. But he has, perhaps, in his self-confidence, bitten off more than he can chew."[2]

The Bookman wrote: "The story is in every way characteristic of its author, though it is much inferior to Open All Night. It reads as if it had been written during one short sitting, and there are as many lurid details and incidents as there are pages. ... In his intoxication with size, splendour and success, Morand improves on the magazines devoted to the adialation of those things, but no one could improve on him."[3]

• World Champions at the French publisher's website (in French)