“Begins comfortably enough with a little domestic quarrel in a studio.... The story shifts suddenly, however, to a brilliantly told tragedy of the Italian Renaissance embodied in a girl’s portrait ... which speaks and affects the life of the modern people who hear it.... The many readers who like Mr. De Morgan will enjoy this charming fancy greatly.”—New York Sun.
“In the forefront of English fiction.... Both ingenious and amusing.... All in his highly personal and individual manner, the result of which is a novel with an emphatic difference from all other works of contemporary fiction.”—Boston Transcript.
“One sparkling stream, where realism in its sweeter, human and humorous aspects shall appear at its best.... Humor, wisdom, artists’ jargon from the studios, psychic phenomena.... All in Mr. De Morgan’s best vein.... The advancing chapters ... how realistically modern they are, with the exactness of finish, appositeness of delineation, humor in dialog, and condensed dramatic action!”—The Independent.
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INEZ HAYNES GILLMORE’S JANEY
Illustrated by Ada C. Williamson. $1.25 net.
“Being the record of a short interval in the journey thru life and the struggle with society of a little girl of nine, in which she repudiates her duties as an amateur mother, snares the most blundering of birds, successfully invades Grub Street, peers behind the veil of the seen into the unseen, interprets the great bard, grubs at the root of all evil, faces the three great problems—Birth—Death—Time—and finally, in passing thru the laborious process of becoming ten, discovers the great illusion,” says the descriptive title.
“Our hearts were captive to ‘Phoebe and Ernest,’ and now accept ‘Janey.’ ... She is so engaging.... Told so vivaciously and with such good-natured and pungent asides for grown people.”—Outlook.
“Janey’s naturalness in quest of the whys of life is the naturalness of the child who lives in the world instead of between the covers of a delightfully written book.”—Washington Evening Star.