![]() ![]() Well, he was English and therefore had no nerves, fortunate man …. And here was this great English Trollope hauled out of bed long before daylight every morning for years, writing by lamplight three hours before he began the “regular” work (post office and hunting!) of the day. ![]() I never can do anything by lamplight, nothing when I am tired, nothing–it almost seems sometimes–at any time!. What could he have been made of! What would I not give for the hundredth part of his robust vitality. It gave me such a feeling! Naturally I noticed more especially his way of working. “Anthony Trollope’s Autobiography, yes, I have read it. She even liked Anthony Trollope, his autobiography, admired his relentless traveling: She situates herself among the major women novelists of her generation, knew quite a number of them, translated George Sand, never forgot Jane Eyre. And of course the deep friendship with Henry James. Anne Boyd Rioux has written a fine biography showing what the career of a women of letters in America was like - obstacles many. A major 19th century woman novelist, travel writer, Woolson depicts the south after the civil war, writes visionary landscape of the great lakes (ice and snow), realistic novels, with (in effect) feminist stance, very enjoyable travel writing. ![]()
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