SOURCE: “Novels Notes,” in The Bookman, Vol. XXXV, No. 210, March, 1909, p. 281.

In the following review, the anonymous critic lauds the humor in Green Ginger.

It is evidently time that we revised our judgment of Mr. Arthur Morrison. Whilst we have been persistently classing him as a grim and sombre realist, he has been developing into one of the most delightfully irresponsible of humorists. Of course we knew from “That Brute Simmons,” in his Tales of Mean Streets, and from certain of the tales in his Divers Vanities, that he had an abundant sense of humour, but we had not credited him with possessing the breezy, broadly farcical spirit of fun that fills the pages of Green Ginger with the best and heartiest food for laughter that you will find nowadays anywhere outside a book by Jacobs. Now and then, as in such stories as “Cap'en Jollyfax's Gun” or...