He had a mortal dislike, poor Stransom, to lean anniversaries, and
loved them still less when they made a pretence of a figure.
Celebrations and suppressions were equally painful to him, and but
one of the former found a place in his life. He had kept each year
in his own fashion the date ...
Nothing is more easy than to state the subject of "The Ambassadors,"
which first appeared in twelve numbers of The North American Review
(1903) and was published as a whole the same year. The situation
involved is gathered up betimes, that is in the second chapter of
Book Fifth, for the ...
On a brilliant day in May, in the year 1868, a gentleman was reclining
at his ease on the great circular divan which at that period occupied
the centre of the Salon Carre, in the Museum of the Louvre.
This commodious ottoman has since been removed, to the extreme regret
of all weak-kneed lovers ...
I had taken Mrs. Prest into my confidence; in truth without
her I should have made but little advance, for the fruitful
idea in the whole business dropped from her friendly lips.
It was she who invented the short cut, who severed the Gordian knot.
It is not supposed to be the nature of women to ...
What determined the speech that startled him in the course of their
encounter scarcely matters, being probably but some words spoken by
himself quite without intention--spoken as they lingered and slowly
moved together after their renewal of acquaintance. He had been
conveyed by friends an hou ...
Mrs. Munden had not yet been to my studio on so good a pretext as when she
first intimated that it would be quite open to me--should I only care, as
she called it, to throw the handkerchief--to paint her beautiful sister-in-
law. I needn't go here more than is essential into the question of Mr ...
An old lady, in a high drawing-room, had had her chair moved close to
the fire, where she sat knitting and warming her knees. She was
dressed in deep mourning; her face had a faded nobleness, tempered,
however, by the somewhat illiberal compression assumed by her lips in
obedience to something ...
It was in the early days of April; Bernard Longueville had been
spending the winter in Rome. He had travelled northward with
the consciousness of several social duties that appealed to him
from the further side of the Alps, but he was under the charm
of the Italian spring, and he made a pretex ...
At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a
particularly comfortable hotel. There are, indeed, many hotels,
for the entertainment of tourists is the business of the place,
which, as many travelers will remember, is seated upon the edge
of a remarkably blue lake--a lake that it beho ...
It was at Homburg, several years ago, before the gaming had been
suppressed. The evening was very warm, and all the world was
gathered on the terrace of the Kursaal and the esplanade below it to
listen to the excellent orchestra; or half the world, rather, for the
crowd was equally dense in th ...
A narrow grave-yard in the heart of a bustling, indifferent city,
seen from the windows of a gloomy-looking inn, is at no
time an object of enlivening suggestion; and the spectacle
is not at its best when the mouldy tombstones and funereal
umbrage have received the ineffectual refreshment of a ...
It had occurred to her early that in her position--that of a young
person spending, in framed and wired confinement, the life of a
guinea-pig or a magpie--she should know a great many persons
without their recognising the acquaintance. That made it an
emotion the more lively--though singularly ...
Four years ago--in 1874--two young Englishmen had occasion to go
to the United States. They crossed the ocean at midsummer,
and, arriving in New York on the first day of August,
were much struck with the fervid temperature of that city.
Disembarking upon the wharf, they climbed into one of tho ...
He had been told the ladies were at church, but this was corrected
by what he saw from the top of the steps - they descended from a
great height in two arms, with a circular sweep of the most
charming effect - at the threshold of the door which, from the long
bright gallery, overlooked the imme ...
"I wondered whether you wouldn't read it to me," said Mrs. Alsager,
as they lingered a little near the fire before he took leave. She
looked down at the fire sideways, drawing her dress away from it and
making her proposal with a shy sincerity that added to her charm.
Her charm was always grea ...
It has long been the custom of the North German Lloyd steamers,
which convey passengers from Bremen to New York, to anchor for
several hours in the pleasant port of Southampton, where their human
cargo receives many additions. An intelligent young German, Count
Otto Vogelstein, hardly knew a f ...
The houses were dark in the August night and the perspective of
Beacon Street, with its double chain of lamps, was a foreshortened
desert. The club on the hill alone, from its semi-cylindrical front,
projected a glow upon the dusky vagueness of the Common, and as I
passed it I heard in the hot ...
The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless,
but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas
Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be,
I remember no comment uttered till somebody happened to say that it
was the only case he had met in whi ...
During a portion of the first half of the present century, and more
particularly during the latter part of it, there flourished and
practised in the city of New York a physician who enjoyed perhaps an
exceptional share of the consideration which, in the United States,
has always been bestowed u ...
About the Author
American-born writer, gifted with talents in literature, psychology, and philosophy. James wrote 20 novels, 112
stories, 12 plays and a number of literary criticism. His models were Dickens, Balzac, and Hawthorne. James once said
that he learned more of the craft of writing from Balzac "than from anyone else".
"A novel is in its broadest sense a personal, a direct impression of life: that, to begin with,
constitutes its value, which is greater or less according to the intensity of the impression." (from The Art
of Fiction, 1885)
Henry James was born in New York City into a wealthy family. His father, Henry James Sr, was one of the best-known
intellectuals in mid-nineteenth-century America, whose friends included Thoreau, Emerson and Hawthorne. James made
little money from his novels. Once his friend, the writer Edith Wharton, secretly arranged him a royal advance of
$8,000 for The Ivory Tower (1917), but the money actually came from Wharton's royalty account with the publisher.
When Wharton sent him a letter bemoaning her unhappy marriage, James replied: "Keep making the movements of life."
In his youth James traveled back and forth between Europe and America. He studied with tutors in Geneva, London,
Paris, Bologna and Bonn At the age of nineteen he briefly attended Harvard Law School, but was more interested in
literature than studying law. James published his first short story, 'A Tragedy of Errors' two years later, and then
devoted himself to literature. In 1866-69 and 1871-72 he was contributor to the Nation and Atlantic
Monthly.
From an early age James had read the classics of English, American, French and German literature, and Russian
classics in translation. His first novel, Watch and Ward (1871), was written while he was traveling through Venice
and Paris. It tells a story of a bachelor who adopts a twelve-year-old girl and plans to marry her.
After living in Paris, where James was contributor to the New York Tribune, he moved to England, living
first in London and then in Rye, Sussex. "It is a real stroke of luck for a particular country that the capital of
the human race happens to be British. Surely every other people would have it theirs if they could. Whether the
English deserve to hold it any longer might be an interesting field of inquiry; but as they have not yet let it slip
the writer of these lines professes without scruple that the arrangement is to his personal taste. For after all if
the sense of life is greatest there, it is a sense of the life of people of our incomparable English speech."
(from London, 1888) During his first years in Europe James wrote novels that portrayed
Americans living abroad. In 1905 James visited America for the first time in twenty-five year, and wrote 'Jolly
Corner'. It was based on his observations of New York, but also a nightmare of a man, who is haunted by a
doppelgänger.
Between 1906 and 1910 James revised many of his tales and novels for the New York edition of his complete works.
His autobiography, A Small Boy and Others (1913) was continued in Notes of a Son and Brother (1914). The third
volume, The Middle Years, appeared posthumously in 1917. The outbreak of World War I was a shock for James and in
1915 he became a British citizen as a loyalty to his adopted country and in protest against the US's refusal to enter
the war. James suffered a stroke on December 2, 1915. He expected to die and exclaimed: "So this is it at last, the
distinguished thing!" James died three months later in Rye on February 28, 1916.
Characteristic for James novels are understanding and sensitively drawn lady portraits. His main themes were the
innocence of the New World in conflict with corruption and wisdom of the Old. Among his masterpieces is Daisy Miller
(1879), where the young and innocent American Daisy finds her values in conflict with European sophistication. In The
Portrait of a Lady (1881) again a young American woman is fooled during her travels in Europe. James started to write
the novel in Florence in 1879. He continued to work with it in Venice. "I had rooms on Riva Sciavoni, at the top of a
house near the passage leading off to San Zaccaria; the waterside life, the wondrous lagoon spread before me, and the
ceaseless human chatter of Venice came in at my windows, to which I seem to myself to have been constantly driven, in
the fruitless fidget of composition, as if to see whether, out in the blue channel, the ship of some right
suggestion, of some better phrase, of the next happy twist of my subject, the next true touch for my canvas, mightn't
come into sight."
The definitive version of the novel appeared in 1908. The protagonist is Isabel Archer, a penniless orphan. She
goes to England to stay with her aunt and uncle, and their tubercular son, Ralph. Isabel inherits money and goes to
Continent with Mrs Touchett and Madame Merle. She turns down proposals of marriage from Casper Goodwood, and marries
Gilbert Osmond, a middle-aged snobbish widower with a young daughter, Pansy. "He had a light, lean, rather
languid-looking figure, and was apparently neither tall nor short. He was dressed as a man who takes little other
trouble about it than to have no vulgar thing." Isabel discovers that Pansy is Madame Merle's daughter, it was Madame
Merle's plot to marry Isabel to Osmond so that he, and Pansy can enjoy Isabel's wealth. Caspar Goodwood makes a last
attempt to gain her, but she returns to Osmond and Pansy.
The Bostonians (1886), set in the era of the rising feminist movement, was based on Alphonse Daudet's novel
L'Évangéliste. What Maisie Knew (1897) depicted a preadolescent young girl, who must chose
between her parents and a motherly old governess. In The Wings of the Dove (1902) a heritage destroys the love of a
young couple. James considered The Ambassadors (1903) his most 'perfect' work of art. The novel depicts Lambert
Strether's attempts to persuade Mrs Newsome' son Chad to return from Paris back to the United States. Strether's
possibility to marry Mrs Newsome is dropped and he remains content in his role as a widower and observer. "The beauty
that suffuses The Ambassadors is the reward due to a fine artist for hard work. James knew exactly what he
wanted, he pursued the narrow path of aesthetic duty, and success to the full extent of his possibilities has crowned
him. The pattern has woven itself, with modulation and reservations Anatole France will never attain. But at what
sacrifice!" (from Aspects of the Novel by E.M. Forster, 1927)
Although James is best-known for his novels, his essays are now attracting audience outside scholarly
connoisseurs. In his early critics James considered British and American novels dull and formless and French fiction
'intolerably unclean'. "M. Zola is magnificent, but he strikes an English reader as ignorant; he has an air of
working in the dark; if he had as much light as energy, his results would be of the highest value."
(from The Art of Fiction) In Partial Portraits (1888) James paid tribute to his elders, and
Emerson, George Eliot, and Turgenev. His advice to aspiring writers avoided all theorizing: "Oh, do something from
your point of view". H.G. Wells used James as the model for George Boon in his Boon (1915). When the
protagonist argued that novels should be used for propaganda, not art, James wrote to Wells: "It is art that makes
life, makes interest, makes importance, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.
If I were Boon I should say that any pretense of such a substitute is helpless and hopeless humbug; but I wouldn't be
Boon for the world, and am only yours faithfully, Henry James."
James's most famous tales include 'The Turn of the Screw', which was first published serially in Collier's
Weekly. The short story is written mostly in the form of a journal, kept by a governess, who works on a lonely
estate in England. She tries to save her two young charges, Flora and Miles, from the demonic influence of the
apparitions of two former servants in the household, steward Peter Quint and the previous governess Miss Jessel. Her
employer, the children's uncle, has given strict orders not to bother him with any of the details of their education.
The children evade the questions about the ghosts but she certain is that the children see them. When she tries to
exorcize their influence, Miles dies in her arms. The story inspired later a debate over the question of the
'reality' of the ghosts, were her visions only hallucinations.
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