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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

Posted on March 29, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew, 2577.] To Sidney Colvin [Vailima Letters, 1912, pp. 205-12] […] [Vailima] 29th May [1893] My dear Colvin, … Continue reading →

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“A story of mine of about the length of 30,000 words (my guesses are always rough)”

Posted on January 17, 2023 by mafalda

[As usual, for critical edition of this letter see Mehew 8, 2519.] To Clement Shorter [Shorter 1914, p. 3] [Vailima,] Jan. 2nd, 1893 Clement Shorter, Esq. Dear Sir, I have to acknowledge the arrival of Mr. Gordon Browne’s beautiful illustrations, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged Browne, Charles Baxter, Charlotte Street, Edinburgh, Go-Between, illustrations, Ingram Brothers, mothers' meeting, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Shorter, story, Vailima | 1 Comment

“It was exactly so that Wiltshire dressed and looked, and you have the line of his nose to a nicety”

Posted on July 29, 2022 by mafalda

[As usual, for correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2456.] To Gordon Browne [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 129-30] [Dictated to Belle] Vailima Plantation [c. 12 September 1892] To the Artist who did the illustrations to ‘Uma’ … Continue reading →

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“Always cutting the flesh off the bones”

Posted on November 16, 2018 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 2011.] To William Archer [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 50-51] Saranac, [c. 12] February 1888 My dear Archer, … Continue reading →

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“In the purest innocence of mind”

Posted on June 16, 2018 by mafalda

At the date of the present letter RLS was managing all his publishing arrangements himself. An occasional lapse of memory or attention betrayed him once or twice into misunderstandings, and once at least conflicting agreements with two different publishers, both … Continue reading →

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“A dam tale to order, which will be what it will be”

Posted on October 7, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1729.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 356-357] Skerryvore, Dec. 14, 1886 My dear Colvin, This is … Continue reading →

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Indigestion has its uses

Posted on December 11, 2016 by mafalda

RLS’s letter sending the MS of Jekyll & Hyde to Longman does not appear to have survived, but Charles Longman, the publisher, acknowledged it on 31 October 1885. It was recorded by Andrew Lang in Athenaeum of 9 February 1895, … Continue reading →

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I hear on all sides I am to be attacked as an immoral writer

Posted on November 28, 2016 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1481.] To Henry James [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 295-297] Skerryvore, Bournemouth, October 28, 1885 My dear … Continue reading →

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Miss Havisham is, probably, the worst thing in human fiction

Posted on October 1, 2015 by mafalda

‘Cassandra’ was a nickname of RLS’s father for his daughter-in-law, Fanny.The scheme of a play to be founded on Dickens’s Great Expectations was one of a hundred formed in these days and afterwards given up. [Dots between square brackets indicate … Continue reading →

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He has my free permission to borrow from me all that he can find worth borrowing

Posted on August 23, 2015 by mafalda

At Marseilles, while waiting to occupy the house which he had leased in the suburbs of that city, RLS learned that his old friend and kind adviser, James Payn, with whom he had been intimate as sub-editor of the Cornhill … Continue reading →

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“The ever-to-be-execrated ‘Ebb Tide’, or Stevenson’s Blooming Error”

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“A story of mine of about the length of 30,000 words (my guesses are always rough)”

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“It was exactly so that Wiltshire dressed and looked, and you have the line of his nose to a nicety”

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“Always cutting the flesh off the bones”

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“In the purest innocence of mind”

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“A dam tale to order, which will be what it will be”

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Indigestion has its uses

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I hear on all sides I am to be attacked as an immoral writer

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Miss Havisham is, probably, the worst thing in human fiction

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He has my free permission to borrow from me all that he can find worth borrowing

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