THE publication of the short stories of Saki complete in one sizable volume is an event in the book-world. People who are already familiar with these unique sketches need only be told this inexpensive edition is well printed and that its seven hundred odd pages in some way have escaped from developing bulk--a rare feat. Others, to whom Saki is a meaningless word, can not hope to appreciate the importance of the occasion until they discover for themselves what Saki really means.
While some critics may care to call Saki the English O'Henry they have not in so describing him said all that need be. For his stories are so entirely different from anything else that has ever been written, his style and his climatic turn is so distinctly original that comparison is fruitless. The stories are short to a marked degree, they are packed into so few words that their ironic twist makes them jump out at the reader like Jack released from his box.