Ludendorff, so his wife informs us in My Married Life
with Ludendorff (Hutchinson, 18s.), had " not a spark of humour," and, if one may judge froM certain " amusing " incidents to which she chooses to give prominence in her books, the wife, in this particular respect, does not greatly differ from the husband. In truth, this is a book which, besides being dis- tressingly sentimental in almost--the worst German manner, is also flat and dull, as Belgian , scenery.. Its specious title may'possibly catch some unwary reader, but, if it does, he will find in it no intimate or intriguing revelations—indeed, nothing, or very little, that is not tolerably well known to the world already, and little or nothing that could not have been written about the famous German soldier by any ordinarily intelligent spectator of events, both during and after the War.
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