“It is not unlikely that many, perhaps most, of the people who read Mr Cannan’s new book will wonder what he is driving at. A little of this bewilderment will be due to Mr Cannan himself; for when he passes over from the dramatic to the discursive a certain elusiveness invades his speech. The book is one of those which must be read two or three times over before its whole significance becomes clear; but it is abundantly worth that trouble.” R: Roberts
+ − Nation 111:301 S 11 ’20 1100w
“His book is a curious, largely incomprehensible and thoroughly dull rhapsody upon God and nature, life, love and the soul.” S. C. C.
− + New Repub 24:152 O 6 ’20 220w
“The charm of the book is to be found in some of the brief ecstatic meditations in which from time to time the pages flower.” Van Wyck Brooks
+ − N Y Evening Post p7 My 8 ’20 950w
“Mr Cannan has flung a light bridge from mysticism to internationalism over which it is quite conceivable that an exposition so airy, chary, and fleeting as his own may pass in safety. But the plain man, the logician, and the investigator can not be urged to trust his weight to the inadequacies of the trembling fabric.”
+ − Review 3:711 Jl 7 ’20 500w
“It is an embarrassing book to read. One feels like an intruder upon a privacy, for really Mr Cannan appears to have suffered considerably. Either so ‘private and confidential’ a book ought not to have been written, or we should not be reading it.”
− Sat R 130:14 Jl 3 ’20 240w