ABSTRACT
I have been reading two books which, to say the least of them, are full of information and are often very suggestive, they are French Women of Letters and English Women of Letters, both by a Miss Julia Kavanagh. Herself a novelist, she treats exclusively of female writers of fiction, and only of those long dead. I looked into one of her novels, expecting something original, but as far as I could judge, it was a poor affair. Good critics rarely make good authors. 1
