Walter Kendrick
"The Devil at Large" reads like a collection of pamphlets, hastily stitched together. . . . It's hard to say what "The Devil at Large" wants most to be: a biography (too short and sketchy for that), a memoir (Ms. Jong barely knew her subject), a collection of letters (only 26 of them), a critical study (plenty of apparatus but little else) or a soapbox rant. The last of these best describes Ms. Jong's tone throughout, but she has thrown in so much disparate stuff that the reader's main impression is of her profound confusion. . . . In the end, "The Devil at Large" rings less like a paean to a great dead writer than a yelp from a frustrated living one. -- New York Times