“Dartmoor sketches in sombre shades, and excellent of their kind. There is a suggestion of Hardy, too, without Mr. Hardy’s later morbidness.”
| + + | N. Y. Times. 10: 606. S. 16, ‘05. 510w. |
“Taken as a whole, the volume leaves a delightful impression of quaint character, soft dialect, and exuberant but not grotesque fancy.”
| + | Outlook. 81: 280. S. 30, ‘05. 110w. | |
| * | + | Outlook. 81: 712. N. 25, ‘05. 120w. |
| Pub. Opin. 39: 477. O. 7, ‘05. 200w. |
Phillpotts, Eden. Secret woman. $1.50. Macmillan.
This is another story of Dartmoor, and the Dartmoor peasants the author knows so well. After twenty years of married life, Anthony Redvers, the father of the two grown sons, finds relief from the temperamental coldness of his wife, in an intrigue with an unknown woman. The discovery, the revenge of the wife and the beautiful devotion of the younger son fill out the plot.
“It is a remarkable novel, a living, breathing piece of work.”
| + + | Acad. 68: 83. Ja. 28, ‘05. 260w. |
“Is constructed on what is almost a Sophoclean scale. Mr. Phillpotts moves simply among primitive emotions, and moves with great natural insight. He has psychological subtlety, and he has great tenderness. He has a sense of the dramatic which materially assists him. Too much praise cannot be given to the author for his handling of this big theme. The characterization is always good, and sometimes more than good.”
| + + | Ath. 1905, 1: 105. Ja. 28, 610w. | |
| + — | Cath. World. 81: 550. Jl. ‘05. 130w. |