P.J. Kavanagh, the poet and writer, has just read this long, pantheistic novel by John Cowper Powys for the first time and argues that, although it has been eulogised by critics as diverse as J.B. Priestley and Henry Miller, it is still too little read.
'It reads as though a loquacious and unjudging god has found himself poised a few feet above the ground with a pen in his hand.'