ABOUT BOOK

For a quarter of a century past our standard of the misery of a prison life has been more or less definitely set by a record of a convict existence in Siberia. It may be that for those of us who read the new "Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist" a new high-water mark will be reached in our understanding of prison wretchedness. In the book of his experience Berkman has given us a record of horrors that comes near being unsurpassed. We have here a picture of a hideous existence, hideous in its physical conditions, hideous in its moral degradation, hideous most of all in its madness. It is not in Siberia; it is in Pittsburgh. —The N. Y. Times.