The Roads of Prayer is, surprisingly, reminiscent of Hamlet or Leaves of Grass. Its profile of modern man is Hamlet-like-alienated, anguished, prayerless and plain hung-up. Yet it sings and celebrates our brotherhood, the immense promise in our secular bones. Not a treatise on prayer, it nonetheless is subtly unified, moving surely and freshly through Intercession, Thanksgiving, Adoration, along 'the way of prayer, the manner which turning to God assumes in the Christian fellowship'. The value and charm of the treatment lie in how unobtrusively the book itself becomes an instance of that very 'turning to God', bearing the reader along.