Ugh, simply terrible. London and Strunsky take almost forty letters to say what could have been said in two. Strunsky's letters are so verbose and purple as to be unreadable, not that she says anything worth reading. London's letters are more well-written and readable, but are repetitive. The only redeeming aspect to this "novel" is that you get some clear insight into London's views, including those on love, science, modernity and the human condition (all taken with a little grain of salt, figuring that, in The Kempton-Wace Letters, London assumed the role of a zealot and, by necessity, lacked moderation/depth/elaboration that he might otherwise personally possess) that can be utilized when analyzing his subsequent works.