In eleven papers treating of such subjects as love, work, memory, suggestion, and accomplishment, is given a metaphysical and psychic study of the possibilities of man, unlimited power resident in one’s selfhood, which may be made use of thru discipline.
“Mr. Wilson’s cry is: Down with the chains! Down with limitations! And he succeeds in persuading us fully that there is no need for any of these.”
| + | Pub. Opin. 39: 188. Ag. 5, ‘05. 70w. |
Wilson, Harry Leon. [Boss of little Arcady.] [†]$1.50. Lothrop.
“Mr. Wilson writes of an Illinois village just before and just after the great war, of a shy boy who adored a schoolgirl with two yellow braids tied with a scarlet ribbon, of another boy who was not shy, of a marriage and a going-away to the stricken field with a sad little miniature inside a blue coat.... He writes of black Clem, who came from Virginia, and was ‘Miss Cah’line’s pus’nal property,’ in spite of the Emancipation proclamation ... of ‘Miss Caroline’ herself ... Miss Caroline’s daughter, Katharine Lansdale ... and Jim, a setter dog.”—N. Y. Times.
“It is a whimsical book that Mr. Wilson has given us this time, a book that is scarcely a novel at all, in the accepted sense, a book that drags somewhat at the start, at the same time that it is surreptitiously fastening its hold on you.” Frederic Taber Cooper.
| + — | Bookm. 22: 134. O. ‘05. 370w. |
“His new book has leisurely ease of movement and a humor that is simply captivating.” Wm. M. Payne.
| + | Dial. 39: 209. O. 1, ‘05. 250w. |
“A picture of the Western town more truthful, because more affectionately touched with misty hues of the imagination, than are the raw splotches of ‘local color’ miscalled ‘novels of the West.’”