It is many years since David Lindsay's previous book, A Voyage to Arcturus, was published in the chaotic years immediately after the war; it fell upon barren ground. But there were a few who noted it as something strange and beautiful in modern letters. To Desmond MacCarthy the reading of it was "a great experience." L. H. Myers says, "I yield to no one in admiration of Lindsay's work."
At last David Lindsay has finished his new "monster"—as he calls it. Devil's Tor has a classical dignity and grandeur. The story is in essence a simple and universal fairy story, though of our own time; it is supernatural, occult; not a mere mystical fantasy, but a serious explanation of life. The strange happenings on the lonely Devil's Tor in Devon have a significance that is gradually unfolded in this vast book whose length is an intrinsic part of its whole artistic and moral size. Every chapter reveals a profound study of life and character, and a subtle intelligence of the mystic reactions and interactions of a strange and varied group of characters. Devil's Tor was worth a dozen years of waiting.