“Altogether Mr. Hewlett, we are inclined to think, has somewhat lost his way in writing his latest book, though it must not be supposed that it is not readable, and at times even charming.”
| + − | Lond. Times. 6: 309. O. 11, ’07. 670w. |
“The whole book might be taken as conclusive illustration of the disputed truth that a high degree of skill need in no way hamper an author’s individuality or warmth of expression, that a classic restraint of manner by no means reduces the emotional quality to the academic level of an eighteenth century essayist.”
| + | Nation. 85: 377. O. 24, ’07. 560w. | |
| N. Y. Times. 12: 655. O. 19, ’07. 50w. |
“We have Mr. Hewlett writing sheer Meredith, naked and unashamed—one might almost say rewriting ‘Diana of the Crossways.’ And yet the book is his own, one of the most brilliant pieces of work done in our time, with a heroine I, personally, would not exchange for Diana.” Richard De Gallienne.
| + + | N. Y. Times. 12: 709. N. 9, ’07. 1470w. |
“A story which belongs at the head of the autumnal list, but does not quite reach the solid ground on which ‘Little novels of Italy’ rest.”
| + + − | Outlook. 87: 621. N. 23, ’07. 270w. |
“It is because he has given so much that one’s disappointment, when he falls beneath his promise, must plead his very generosity to excuse its air of ingratitude in declining to be content with even the dexterous accomplishment of ‘The stooping lady.’”
| + − | Sat. R. 104: 454. O. 12, ’07. 1440w. |