It has not been my fortune to review, or in any way join.in the public' discussion of various books of autobiography and memoir which have been so widely probated, and Tad, since the war, writes Mr, Squire, in the "Observer." "Thre was no risk of their escaping notice, and one finds it far more enjoyable to call attention to good hooks which stand in danger of neglect. But we have here an autobiography which itself falls into this last category. There is no name on the cover, and only initials appear inside. The author did not frequent Courts or Cabinets, or live in that world. where politics, literature, and the best liqueurs find a common meeting-ground.
She was not exactly an habitant of Cranford: not so 1emote as that. Neither Jane Austen nor Miss Mitford would have hailed her precisely as a sister. She can obviously enjoy herself as vigorously as the most eminent of the world's rulers; whatever doctrines she may preach—and she preaches many from Christian Science to sane Bolshevism"—she could not be described as a Quietist. It is mot here that she differs from most of her literary competitors. It is simply that the people she writes' about are not the people whose. names and photographs we see in the papers. She does not, therefore, minister to the craving for smart gossip, and can have no expectations of a success de scandal.
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