Dorp Dead is a fable, sensational in plot and severely concrete in detail. The reader must give substance to the hero (an orphan boy bent on freedom but incapable of recognising it); he must make his own mental picture, from hints, of the house where the boy enters into apprenticeship with Master Kolbert the carpenter, and imagine the utensils and clocks and walls of this house where he meets danger to mind and body. The approach through deliberate anonymity is just what is needed to drive the story onward emotionally. (p. 1070)
Margery Fisher, in her Growing Point, March, 1968.