“His words develop a dull and unpenetrative edge while his form is not at all illuminative. One is lost in a meandering of incident which has been given no significance by any concerted impulse, any synthetic grasp of the subject, any consistent overtone or generality.” Kenneth Burke
− + N Y Evening Post p3 D 31 ’20 1150w
“So skillfully has the author drawn his poignant portrait of a sensitive idealist in conflict with a hostile, workaday world that the reader will soon cease to think of Felix as a character in a novel. Rather, he will think that he is the novelist himself dressed in the incognito of a few imaginary experiences.”
+ N Y Times p20 D 12 ’20 1100w
“It is written by a man who thinks for readers who think. It is addressed to those persons who want to know what makes us what we are.” M. A. Hopkins
+ Pub W 98:1885 D 18 ’20 300w
“A story told with ease and restraint. There is no animated showman in the foreground to divert us with his witticisms. The action, quiet and leisurely though it is, steadily unfolds itself by means of certain persons who are and mean something to us, without our effort.” H. W. Boynton
+ − Review 3:623 D 22 ’20 280w
DELL, ROBERT EDWARD. My second country (France). *$2 Lane 914.4
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