“The real misfortune of the book is that the author seems unable to check his propensity for wild paradox, and cherishes a growing habit of exaggeration, which leads to false emphasis and essentially obscures the issue.”
+ – Ath. 1906, 2: 294. S. 15. 2230w.
“Mr. Chesterton’s book is one which no one who loves Dickens or who admires brilliant writing can afford to ignore.” Arthur Bartlett Maurice.
+ + – Bookm. 24: 267. N. ’06. 2650w.
“As a life of Dickens it does not profess to have value. At the same time, it is entertaining, suggestive, brilliant in spots, the very last book one would go to sleep over. As a self-portrayal of Mr. Chesterton, rather than a picture of his greater countryman, it has decided merits.” Percy F. Bicknell.
+ Dial. 41: 272. N. 1, ’06. 1940w. + – Lond. Times. 5: 296. Ag. 31, ’06. 1140w.
“As biography Mr. Chesterton’s book is quite superfluous, and, we may add, quite inadequate. As criticism it will hugely delight folks who find enjoyment in literary fireworks.”
+ + – N. Y. Times. 11: 598. S. 29, ’06. 2260w.
“With so good a book as Dr. Ward’s little critical biography in the field, the present volume seems a work of supererogation.”
– Outlook. 84: 715. N. 24, ’06. 200w.