“This book is simply a good and spirited little report, rather too loud for quiet tastes. There is nothing elemental here; this is sheer street-bred sensuality, if it is anything.”
| + — | Ath. 1905, 2: 138. Jl. 29. 300w. |
“He has produced at least one story which of its kind seems to the present writer very nearly flawless—‘The game.’”
| + + + | Bookm. 22:35. S. ‘05. 620w. |
“It is of the most banal and ordinary stamp, utterly lacking in the dramatic power with which its author has been credited hitherto.”
| — — | Critic. 47: 285. S. ‘05. 110w. | |
| + + | Ind. 58: 1480. Je. 29, ‘05. 280w. | |
| + | N. Y. Times. 10: 394. Je. 17, ‘05. 160w. |
“Mr. London seems for the first time unaccountably out of his element and outside of the verities.”
| — + | N. Y. Times. 10: 528. Ag. 12, ‘05. 730w. |
“Mr. London’s stories are never lacking in power, dramatic quality, and picturesqueness, but his love for the strenuous and the tragic has led him to end his story in a way that is fairly brutal.”
| + — | Outlook. 80: 837. Jl. 29, ‘05. 80w. | |
| + — | Pub. Opin. 39: 252. Ag. 19, ‘05. 140w. |