“Mr Hudson combines aloofness of attitude and a complete saturation with his subject. Rarely has a riper first novel appeared. It is solidly founded in its observation, built with a serene sureness of touch, careless of vain graces, disdainful of all appeals save that of its inner veracity.”
+ Nation 110:859 Je 26 ’20 320w
“The very long book is much of it well done. Many of the numerous descriptions are good, and, in short, the author shows himself to be possessed of talent which it seems rather a pity that he should expend on relating the detailed history of a man who was not only a drinker and a gambler, but a sponge, a spineless parasite and cad, too feeble and too monotonous in character to hold the reader’s attention.”
+ − N Y Times p25 Ag 1 ’20 550w
“Three-quarters of the book is weak, trivial, negligible, and but for Virginia the rest would be the same. She alone is something more than an unpleasant hotel acquaintance. There is Virginia and one thing more, the last meeting between Richard and his father. This also, slight though it is, is touched with beauty.”
− + The Times [London] Lit Sup p569 O 16 ’19 650w
HUDSON, W. H. Birds in town and village. il *$4 Dutton 598.2
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“Sketches of birds done with an intimate understanding of their habits and temperaments; chatty anecdotes and quaint legends, and the out-of-doors make this one of the author’s characteristically charming books. The first part is a revision of his earlier work, ‘Birds in a village,’ now out of print. Eight colored plates by E. J. Detmold.”—Booklist