Born in Crisfield, Maryland, USA. Started as a newspaper agent, later became an actress, an investor. Wrote four novels: Reno, Homing, Feminine Philosophy, The Wife's Lesson.
«Dull in Reno? Why no; how can one be bored in this delightful “big little city,” when here you will find a concentration of all the most picturesque phases of life—a conglomeration of gaiety and tragedy, humor and drama, frivolity and learning! What a fertile field for the psychologist and sociologist.
Born in Britain. A British journalist and newspaper proprietor.
But though I was so fully convinced that the doors of The Spectator were shut against me, I was, of course, determined that my two reviews should, if possible, make the editors feel what a huge mistake they had made and what a loss they were incurring. But, alas! here I encountered a great disappointment. When I had written my reviews they appeared to me to be total failures! I was living at the time in an “upper part” in South Molton Street, in which I, my younger brother, Henry Strachey, and two of my greatest friends, the present Sir Bernard Mallet and his younger brother Stephen Mallet, had set up house. I remember to this day owning to my brother that though I had intended my review of Gulliver’s Travels to be epoch-making, it had turned out a horrible fiasco. However, I somehow felt I should only flounder deeper into the quagmire of my own creation if I rewrote the two reviews. Accordingly, they were sent off in the usual way. Knowing my father’s experience in such matters, I did not expect to get them back in type for many weeks. As a matter of fact, they came back quite quickly. I corrected the proofs and returned them. To my astonishment the review of Swift appeared almost at once. I supposed, in the luxury of depression, that they wished to cast the rubbish out of the way as quickly as possible.
Joseph Conrad (Josef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski) (1857 – 1924)
Born in Berdichev, the Ukraine. After his service in the British merchant navy he got the British citizenship in 1886. He wrote Almayer's Folly (1895), The Nigger of the Narcissus (1897), Lord Jim (1900), Nostromo (1904), The Secret Agent (1907), Under Western Eyes (1911), Chance (1914)and many short stories.
Mr Verloc, going out in the morning, left his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in-law. It could be done, because there was very little business at any time, and practically none at all before the evening. Mr Verloc cared but little about his ostensible business. And, moreover, his wife was in charge of his brother-in-law. The shop was small, and so was the house. It was one of those grimy brick houses which existed in large quantities before the era of reconstruction dawned upon London. The shop was a square box of a place, with the front glazed in small panes. In the daytime the door remained closed; in the evening it stood discreetly but suspiciously ajar.
Born in Motihari, Bengal, India. He studied at Eton, served in Indian Imperial Police, and soon moved to London, later to Paris. He fought for the Republicans in Spain, worked a war correspondent in the World War II period. He wrote Down and Out in Paris and London (1933), Burmese Days (1934), A Clergyman’s Daughter (1935), Keep the Aspidistra Flying (1936), The Road to Wigan Pier (1936), Homage to Catalonia (1938), The Lion and the Unicorn (1941), Animal Farm (1945), 1984 (1949).
All the animals were now present except Moses, the tame raven, who slept on a perch behind the back door. When Major saw that they had all made themselves comfortable and were waiting attentively, he cleared his throat and began:
Born in Missouri, USA. Served in the navy, became an editor, later a novelist. He wrote The Celebrity (1898), Richard Carvel (1899), The Crisis (1901), The Crossing (1904), Coniston (1906), Mr.Crewe's Career (1908), others.
I take no shame in the pride with which I write of my grandfather, albeit he took the part of his Majesty and Parliament against the Colonies. He was no palavering turncoat, like my Uncle Grafton, to cry “God save the King!” again when an English fleet sailed up the bay. Mr. Carvel’s hand was large and his heart was large, and he was respected and even loved by the patriots as a man above paltry subterfuge.
