"...For Satan has something of religion in him..." (P.1, Ch.1, Pg.3) - This thought, though lesser satrapic for the adventurous reader, how undeservedly it will be ignored by those who will be too neglectful to open this book simply because of older prejudice (dread to think their number grows again, in 21 cent; risk not to prognosticate, if for ex. new Russian censor-law of Today will forbid it together with the other, so called, darker-educative materials) or spiritually-intellectual laziness! To this, I should only say, this work of Defoe is mostly for those, who really have conscious desire to read it. For me to read this yet-untranslated book in my country has become...I can't say an achievement, but no doubt an interest and, in bigger part of it, an enjoyment. How variously intonative this author is in his sharpest parts, showing me the Character and his all common, and full of witty irony, how perspicacious he is in the certain lines, addressed to the whole Psychodrama of Today with all its Past, dark Toiler, crooked Tool-User, and which all as ever inexorably goes into Tomorrow's!
However, there's always a some sort of reason to criticize an author a bit more than he did it himself that way, he went bravely on his own there-called "profanism". The less harmonious in all what looks like the profaned things in his book, written by very clever and sociably-experienced mind but not so poetic, to me as a poet, seem to be those bits of superficial pieces (not all of it) with critique upon Mr Milton, how Defoe pointedly titled him. The moments, when Defoe is touching especially the poetic matter, and then excusively saying "tho' I am not a poet", me-think, at least are spontaneously naïve. But such a nuances, on another side, (that's what of thought freer) are quite compensated by proving his (Defoe's) pragmatic interest that way when the old Philosophy smiles younger, awaken by the spontaneous questions Defoe makes through his Chapts.
He is very brave for his time, Mr Daniel Defoe, brave with thought and brave with the aught of thoughtlessness. I pretty sure, his polite ambition expressed in this book for the Devil to be unsatisfied with it, is certainly fulfilled. And that consequently deducted truth, he presented by the end of this book, leading the reader to learn the stages, the classes, the all steps on the ladder of Great Common Fall, that what stands like Everybody is a Devil, and what necessary should be accepted even by the Devil himself("who always and everywhere a foreigner"; "always and everywhere one of us"), and not only by that awkward person, crying: "Am I really a devil?", - all that, surely, will make a real Devil pre-grotesquely frown. And for it shouldn't be judged as a new sort of Calumny against potential New Reader, Mr Frowny or even Defoe's Foe, - "...The word Devil... The Greeks derive it from a Calumniator or false witness; for we find that Calumny was a Goddess, to whom the Athenians built altars and offer’d Sacrifices upon some solemn occasions, and they call her Διαβολὴ from whence came the masculine Διάβολος which we translate Devil." (=, Ch.4, p.41), - from my side, to all this, I'd like to remind Aristotle's word on the same "diaboly", and it simply means "the judjing". And by the end of my Review, which you may realize was deliberately written a bit in Defoe's manner, right in tone of an author like that in his certain lines, conclusively I can say about him: "He is believer."
My honest recommendations for the readers of any category, of any age above 16.