The diary of an English Socialist who went to Vienna to take money and distribute it to the needy Socialist families. The whole of the diary is given over to detailed accounts of the people she visits, the thoughts she had. It is a tragic era for the defeated Socialists, but somehow she fails to convey the sense of tragedy she apparently wants to put over. The book lacks clarity. It lacks drama. It assumes more knowledge than the average reader is apt to have. Might be enlightening to those in on the know, but is very limited in appeal and could be passed up by nine booksellers out of ten.