“It howls and blows and rains and snows in a pleasant medley of ill weather; and I am from the midst of it”

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Caro Lloyd. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1966.]

To George Iles [C. Lloyd, Henry Demarest Lloyd, 1912, I, p. 71]

Saranak Lake, Dec. 14, 1887

[…] Goodness knows what we have to thank you for – or I should say, what not. I was exceedingly interested by the articles of Mr. Lloyd, who is certainly a very capable, clever fellow;

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Henry Demarest Lloyd (1847-1903), American journalist, known as the first of the muck-rakers, who created a sensation with his article. ‘The Story of a Great Monopoly’ (the Standard Oil Company) in the Atlantic Monthly for March 1881. George Iles( 1852-1942), American author and populariser of science, had sent RLS copies of this and subsequent articles and copied RLS’s letter to Lloyd [https://upload.wikimedia.org]

he writes the most workmanlike article of any man known to me in America, unless it should be Parkman.

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Francis Parkman (1823-93), American historian, author of ‘The Conspiracy of Pontiac’, 1851, the first of a series of works on the conflict between France and England for North America [https://upload.wikimedia.org]

 

Not a touch in Lloyd of the amateur; and but James,

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Henry James (1843-1916) and his pen [https://s3.amazonaws.com]

Howells,

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William Dean Howells (1837–1920), an American realist novelist, literary critic, and playwright, particularly known for his tenure as editor of The Atlantic Monthly [https://upload.wikimedia.org]

and the aforesaid Parkman, I can’t call to mind one American writer who has not a little taint of it.

[…] It howls and blows and rains and snows in a pleasant medley of ill weather; and I am from the midst of it.

 

Yours truly,

Robert Louis Stevenson

 

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