4 edition of An autobiography of Anthony Trollope found in the catalog.
|Statement||Dodd, Mead & co.|
|Publishers||Dodd, Mead & co.|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 115 p. :|
|Number of Pages||96|
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But he had inherited his mother's determination, and managed later to carve out a successful career in the General Post Office while devoting every spare moment to writing. alas, i didn't become a writer and i seldom write anything but these goodreads reviews at this point in my life, when for years i never felt better than when i was writing. What you should do is to read Trollope's 'The Way We Live Now', followed by his Barsetshire series, followed by his Palliser series.
To my thinking, the plot is but the vehicle for all this; and when you have An autobiography of Anthony Trollope vehicle without the passengers, a story of mystery in which the agents never spring to life, you have but a wooden show. It's a marvelous book and should inspire anyone to forsake TV and other time wasters. My mother had become one of the popular authors of the day. He did not speak about it at length, but said that he had written me a letter, not to be opened until after his death, containing instructions for publication.
At the last, he startles the reader with an anecdote about going out of his way as he crossed the USA to meet Brigham Young, and his being turned from Young's door. Of amusement, as far as I can remember, he never recognised the need.
scanningcentre: AKCE, Universal Digital Library dc. His wife is mentioned twice in passing. When I remember the constant persistency of his visits, I cannot but feel that he was paid very badly for his time and trouble.
In this he's kinder than Henry James, who thoroughly appreciates her mind, and the insight of her female characters, while pointing out that few of her male characters are ever much more than watercolors, or sketches of ideals.
Some adventures I had;—two of which I told in the Tales of All Countries, under the names of The O'Conors of Castle Conor, and Father Giles of Ballymoy.
Other than his childhood, there is very little of his personal life - he even just mentions casually that he married, and the mention of his children comes in the chapter after, chronologically, in which they were born.
When he was still at the post office and he stayed there some time even after it became apparent that he would be able to live off his writing , he had a servant wake him up very early every morning so that he could get his writing done before he left for the office.
"That won't do, you know," said Henry Freeling to his brother Clayton.
Consequently there was a somewhat fast set in those apartments, given to cards and to tobacco, who drank spirits and water in preference to tea.
Hunting playing cards were more agreeable to him.