SOURCE: A review of A Story-Teller's Holiday, in The Dial, Chicago, December 14, 1918, pp. 534-37.

In the the following review, Watson faults the insincerity of Moore's A Story-Teller's Holiday.

In A Story-Teller's Holiday, George Moore's latest and nearest approach to the perfectly confidential, our friend of deathless middle-age is discovered on a familiar scene. Self-revelation is taken up as easily as if it had never been dropped; the old properties have scarcely needed a dusting. Moore Hall even looms again, and one gathers with sorrow that it is passing into other hands, though one is not very clear on the matter—not unpleasantly clear and not confused at all. Moore rid himself long since of that juggler's ambition to keep more than one object in the air at a time, so that no perplexities hinder the soft satisfaction of things that are forever taking leave.

Halfway through the book...