"There is beauty of an inevitable kind in Call Home the Heart—the beauty of the mountains themselves, of wooded valleys at sunset, of a forest fire sweeping up over Dark Moon Ridge, or the morning mists lingering about the slopes of Cloudy Knob. This natural loveliness is set in almost painful contrast against the harsh actualities of mountain life, against the struggle, now bitter and now discouraged and half-hearted, with poverty and hunger, against the inescapable human facts of misery and dirt and disease and death."
—The New York Times
"Perhaps the best novel yet written of the industrial conflict in contemporary America."
—Saturday Review
"There is beauty of an inevitable kind in Call Home the Heart—the beauty of the mountains themselves, of wooded valleys at sunset, of a forest fire sweeping up over Dark Moon Ridge, or the morning mists lingering about the slopes of Cloudy Knob. This natural loveliness is set in almost painful contrast against the harsh actualities of mountain life, against the struggle, now bitter and now discouraged and half-hearted, with poverty and hunger, against the inescapable human facts of misery and dirt and disease and death."
—The New York Times
"Perhaps the best novel yet written of the industrial conflict in contemporary America."
—Saturday Review
