ABSTRACT
Could anything be truer than this brief sketch of the average educated woman's view of the relations of science and faith?
Mr Gissing has still something to mend in the matter of style and method. 'Nigritude,, 'susurration,' 'improval,' 'intemerate,' strike us as vile phrases, and the stopping of the action of a dramatic scene in order to analyse, at several pages' lengths, the minds and motives of the actors might well be left to Bostonian 'fictionists.' But spite of these obvious blemishes, Born in Exile is one of the cleverest and best written books of the season. It will leave an impression on all who read it-an impression permanent, if troublous.
