It's a stylish tale of the times and two seductive drifters and grifters, kindred spirits who are so used to going their own way that even as each sees the other as obvious complement they can't quite manage or believe it – an unusual ('absonderliche') love story indeed.

— M.A. Orthofer, The Complete Review

Anyone who enters the world of Walter Serner’s stories
finds themselves immersed in the gloaming of cocottes, counterfeiters, street crooks, pickpockets, pomaded gangsters, check forgers, female impersonators, pimps, and informers. With the wariness of hunted game, they frequent rundown guesthouses and exquisite luxury hotels. This is a world where chaos reigns, and the fates of Serner’s characters depict the rebellion against it […]

— Der Zeit

Serner has written the best German anarchist novel to date, which carries out its revolt outside of any party, without any tendentious phrases, without any sermonizing to an assembly, with a ruthless, cynical energy, free from any authority or consensual understanding.

— Max Herrmann-Neisse, Der Drache, (1925)

Serner writes about the life and art of the con man. His pessimism asserts that the state of the Earth’s habitable surface is merely the result of boredom, which has become unbearable. Life is supremely tedious and thinking most of
all. Soldiers thus fired on one another in a war because it was something sensational to do. He recognizes that everything ends up as raging stupidity, and the purpose of life is to become insulated against boredom and work. But he is not too put out by the stupidity in the world because he knows that without the stupid the world would not be a pretty place. He believes in nothing, least of all himself, and considers having a bad memory useful for business reasons. He is an incorrigible contrarian who is fond of saying that boredom sharpens the senses and beefsteak dulls them. [His] novel about a con man and a cocotte in Paris and Nice, The Tigress, conveys his skepticism and disillusion, his terrible cynicism and unbridled nihilism.

— Karel Teige, "On Dadaists"