For the past several weeks I have been trying to decide whether or not my emotional reaction to this futile little work is one of petulance or honest outraged indignation. Genuinely bad books are so rare, however, that it is hard to determine what might be called a normal reaction. On the basis of minimal research, the author presents us with a brief biographical sketch of Hughlings Jackson and what purports to be a summation of his contributions. For a task of this sort, a clear and concise writing style is an absolute prerequisite; I can only hope that English is Lassek's second language.
I wonder if the real culprit in this case is not the publishing house. A responsible publisher has an obligation to his authors and to his readers. In foisting this work on an unsuspecting public, Charles C Thomas has rendered a disservice to both. Either the