(Henry Harland (1 March 1861 – 20 December 1905) was an Am...)
Henry Harland (1 March 1861 – 20 December 1905) was an American novelist and editor. He began writing under his own name and, in 1894, became the founding editor of The Yellow Book. The short story collections of this new period, A Latin Quarter Courtship (1889), Mademoiselle Miss (1893), Grey Roses (1895), and Comedies and Errors (1898), were praised by critics but had little general popularity. He finally achieved a wide readership with The Cardinal's Snuff-box (1900), which was followed by The Lady Paramount (1901) and My Friend Prospero (1903). His last novel, The Royal End (1909), was incomplete when he died. His wife finished it according to his notes.
(4 works of Henry Harland
American vovelist and editor (18...)
4 works of Henry Harland
American vovelist and editor (1861-1905)
This ebook presents a collection of 4 works of Henry Harland. A dynamic table of contents allows you to jump directly to the work selected.
Table of Contents:
Grey Roses
My Friend Prospero
The Cardinal's Snuff-Box
The Lady Paramount
(This collection of literature attempts to compile many of...)
This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.
(Peter Marchdale, a young author, rents a villa in Lombard...)
Peter Marchdale, a young author, rents a villa in Lombardy for the summer. He discovers that his landlady is a young woman who he has admired from afar. She is the widow of an Italian duke who was extremely wealthy and Peter is devastated that he feels there is no future for him with the duchessa. However, the duchessa's uncle by marriage, Cardinal Udeschini comes to visit.
(Henry Harland (1 March 1861 – 20 December 1905) was an Am...)
Henry Harland (1 March 1861 – 20 December 1905) was an American novelist and editor. He began writing under his own name and, in 1894, became the founding editor of The Yellow Book. The short story collections of this new period, A Latin Quarter Courtship (1889), Mademoiselle Miss (1893), Grey Roses (1895), and Comedies and Errors (1898), were praised by critics but had little general popularity. He finally achieved a wide readership with The Cardinal's Snuff-box (1900), which was followed by The Lady Paramount (1901) and My Friend Prospero (1903). His last novel, The Royal End (1909), was incomplete when he died. His wife finished it according to his notes.
The Yellow Book : an illustrated quarterly, Volume 1
(The Death of the Lion
I HAD simply, I suppose, a change ...)
The Death of the Lion
I HAD simply, I suppose, a change of heart, and it must have begun when I received my manuscript back from Mr. Pinhorn. Mr. Pinhorn was my " chief," as he was called in the office : he had accepted the high mission of bringing the paper up. This was a weekly periodical and had been supposed to be almost past redemption when he took hold of it. It was Mr. Deedy who had let it down so dreadfully—he was never mentioned in the office now save in connection with that misdemeanour. Young as I was I had been in a manner taken over from Mr. Deedy, who had been owner as well as editor ; forming part of a promiscuous lot, mainly plant and office-furniture, which poor Mrs. Deedy, in her bereavement and depression, parted with at a rough valuation. I could account for my continuity only on the supposition that I had been cheap. I rather resented the practice of fathering all flatness on my late protector, who was in his unhonoured grave ; but as I had my way to make I found matter enough for complacency in being on a "staff." At the same time I was aware that I was exposed to suspicion as a product of the old lowering system. This made me feel that I was doubly bound to
have ideas, and had doubtless been at the bottom of my proposing to Mr. Pinhorn that I should lay my lean hands on Neil Paraday. I remember that he looked at me first as if he had never heard of this celebrity, who indeed at that moment was by no means in the middle of the heavens ; and even when I had knowingly explained he expressed but little confidence in the demand for any "such matter. When I had reminded him that the great principle on which we were supposed to work was just to create the demand we required, he considered a moment and then rejoined : "I see ; you want to write him up."
"Call it that if you like."
"And what's your inducement ?"
" Bless my soul—my admiration ! "
Mr. Pinhorn pursed up his mouth. " Is there much to be done with him ? "
" Whatever there is, we should have it all to ourselves, for he hasn't been touched."
This argument was effective, and Mr. Pinhorn responded : "Very well, touch him.' 1 Then he added : u But where can you do it ? "
« Under the fifth rib ! " I laughed.
Mr. Pinhorn stared. " Where's that ? "
" You want me to go down and see him ? " I inquired, when I had enjoyed his visible search for this obscure suburb.
"I don't 'want' anything—the proposal's your own. But you must remember that that's the way we do things now" said Mr. Pinhorn, with another dig at Mr. Deedy.
Unregenerate as I was, I could read the queer implications o this speech. The present owner's superior virtue as well as his deeper craft spoke in his reference to the late editor as one of that baser sort who deal in false representations. Mr. Deedy
would as soon have sent me to call on Neil Paraday as he would have published a "holiday-number ;" but such scruples presented themselves as mere ignoble thrift to his successor, whose own sincerity took the form of ringing door-bells and whose definition of genius was the art of finding people at home. It was as if Mr. Deedy had published reports without his young men's having, as Mr. Pinhorn would have said, really been there. I was unre-generate, as I have hinted, and I was not concerned to straighten out the journalistic morals of my chief, feeling them indeed to be an abyss over the edge of which it was better not to peer. Really to be there this time moreover was a vision that made the idea of writing something subtle about Neil Paraday only the more inspiring. I would be as considerate as even Mr. Deedy could have wished, and yet I should be as present as only Mr. Pinhorn could conceive. My allusion to the sequestered manner in which Mr. Paraday lived (which had formed part of my explanation, though I knew of it only by hearsay) was, I could divine, very much what had made Mr. Pinhorn bite. It struck him as in consistent with the success of his paper that
Henry Harland was an American writer and editor. He published some of his works under the pseudonym Sidney Luska.
Background
Henry Harland was born on March 1, 1861, in New York City, New York, United States, the son of Thomas Harland, a lawyer. He was the last to bear the name of his family, which was established at Norwich, Connecticut, in 1773 by Thomas Harland, clock-maker.
Education
Harland attended Adelphi Academy, Brooklyn, 1871-1872, Public School No. 35, New York, 1872-1877, and the College of the City of New York, 1877-1880. During his college years he became interested in the Ethical Culture movement, then beginning under Felix Adler. He entered the Harvard Divinity School but did not remain long. Leaving Cambridge, his ministerial aspirations dispelled, he spent a year (1882-1883) in Rome and Paris.
Career
After his return to New York in November 1883, Henry Harland accepted a position in the office of his father’s friend, Surrogate Daniel G. Rollins. He resigned his clerkship in February 1886 to devote his time entirely to writing. His system of sleeping from supper time until two in the morning and then writing until breakfast had enabled him the year before to complete his first novel, As It Was Written: A Jewish Musician’s Story (1885). In rapid succession he then produced Mrs. Peixada (1886), The Yoke of Thorah (1887), and My Uncle Florimond (1888).
These novels have for their background the life of those German Jews who were Harland’s most intimate associates. The last of them is negligible but the others reveal a sense for melodramatic plot, moderate skill in verisimilitude, and a consistent if not brilliant power of characterization. The style, florid in spots, is in general commonplace and reveals no trace of his later manner.
In 1889 Harland went to Paris and thence to London, which was thereafter his headquarters. His next publications, Grandison Mather (1889), A Latin-Quarter Courtship (1889), Two Voices (1890), and Two Women or One (1890) showed a continued inclination toward the autobiographical, melodramatic style of his early work.
With the disappearance of the Jewish themes and background, however, Harland seemed to be groping for material.
His next book, Mademoiselle Miss (1893), showed a distinct change. These short stories were halfromantic, half-realistic episodes laid in many parts of Europe. Their grace, felicity of language and characterization, and Zendaesque scenes mark the beginning of his new style.
Meanwhile Harland had become associated with John Lane as a member of the editorial staff at the Bodley Head. Soon, with Aubrey Beardsley, they planned and established (April 1894) the Yellow Book, designed as a publication of high literary and artistic quality, uncontrolled by Mrs. Grundy. Harland proved an excellent editor. Precise and exacting in the mechanical parts of the work, he was enthusiastic in seeking important contributors and successful in retaining them. His apartment in Cromwell Road was the rendezvous of the Yellow Book set, and his spirit was the unifying force behind them. His own contributions consisted of a short story in each issue, and critical essays signed "The bellow Dwarf" in Volumes VII, IX, and X. The stories appeared later, with others, in Gray Roses (1895) and Comedies and Errors (1898).
The Yellow Book came to an end in April 1897- Harland had won fame within a limited circle; he had perfected a charming literary style and established himself as master of a form which blends the qualities of Maupassant and Henry James; but he was still to gain popular applause. This came soon with the publication of The Cardinal’s Snuff Box (1900). He followed this success with two others, The Lady Paramount (1902), and My Friend Prospero (1904), which resembled their predecessor too closely in substance and manner. The Royal End (1909) was completed by Mrs. Harland.
During the last fifteen years of his life Harland endured the terrors of pulmonary tuberculosis. For relief he sought often the mild climate of San Remo, Italy, where he died in 1905, after weeks of suffering.
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Personality
Quotes from others about the person
“Harland is one of those Americans in love with Paris who seem more French than the French themselves, a slim, gesticulating, goateed, snub-nosed, lovable figure, smoking innumerable cigarettes as he galvanically pranced about the room excitedly propounding the dernier mot on the build of the short story or the art of prose. The polishing of his prose was for him his being’s end and aim, and I have often seen him at that sacred task of a forenoon, in his study-bedroom, still in pajamas and dressing-gown, bending over an exquisite piece of handwriting, like a goldsmith at his bench. ” - Richard Le Gallienne
Connections
On May 5, 1884, Harland married Aline Herminé Merriam, a talented musician and his constant, devoted companion.