“Such a volume needs no recommendation.”
| + | Spec. 97: 407. S. 22, ’06. 100w. |
Glyn, Elinor. [Three weeks.] †$1.50. Duffield.
7–21536.
A brief story which is an exaltation of sensuous fascination into an affair of the soul and which casts the moral law to the four winds of heaven. A titled young Englishman is sent away from home to be cured of his love for a rural English girl with red hands. In Paris he meets and falls in love with the queen of a Russian dependency, “infinitely sinuous and attractive” who is residing at his hotel incognito. They yield entirely to the sway of their love which the author’s art aims to transform into the poetry of sentiment. They suffer the agony of it in separation followed by tragedy.
“She is too desperately anxious to shock her middle-class readers and impress them with upholstery of her high-born heroine. The result is that you laugh a little and yawn a little and are not shocked at all, but only rather bored by a vulgar and extremely silly story.”
| − | Acad. 72: 635. Je. 29, ’07. 320w. |
“It is not in the least amusing, and the sentiments it evokes in others are both cynical and disagreeable.”
| − | Ath. 1907, 1: 755. Je. 22. 200w. |