ABOUT BOOK

Mr. Garland, in this story of his own life, seems hardly to be writing a confession, unless it be a confession or rather avowal of faith. He does not read like a man who has anything to recant or even abate; he lays down his cards very assuredly; he gives the reader, without reserve, not a finished and consequently more or less inscrutable product, but himself the artist, together with the material of his art.