“The novel is a long and fairly interesting one, but it gives the impression that the author has gathered a great deal of commonplace material before she begins and pours it into the pages through a hopper. Readable as the book is, it is singularly lacking in literary grace.”
− + N Y Times 25:273 My 23 ’20 550w
“The story is intense and written in the same brilliant style that characterized Miss Tremayne’s previous story, ‘The auction mart.’”
+ Springf’d Republican p11a My 30 ’20 240w
“The interest of the book lies in the slow revelation of the character of Echo. It is a tribute to the author that the reader finds his impatience with Echo gradually changing to sympathy; it is as if he encountered her in real life and found that he liked her better as he knew her more intimately.”
+ The Times [London] Lit Sup p673 N 20 ’19 500w
TRENCH, HERBERT. Napoleon; a play. *$2 Oxford 822
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“‘You are the eddy—they are the tide’, says Mrs Wickham to Napoleon over the body of her dead son. The tide of humanity sweeps onward, and the Napoleonic selfishnesses and individualisms that run counter to it are no more than eddies swirling back against the current, soon to be straightened out again by the irresistible onrush. Geoffrey Wickham is the apostle of humanity, whose aim it is to make Napoleon see the unreasonableness of his attitude. His plan is to kidnap Napoleon from Boulogne—it is the year of the threatened invasion of England—to take him out to sea, and there, in solitude, to persuade him into reason. The plot of the play, which is full of dramatic situations, is the story of his failure and death.”—Ath