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Americans (search for this): chapter 25
Granting that taste and decorum are less important than logic and precision, it seems as if even these last qualities must have become a little impaired when we read in the Saturday Review such curious lapses as this: At home we have only the infinitely little, the speeches of infinitesimal members of Parliament. . . . In America matters yet more minute occupy the press. More minute than the infinitely little and the infinitesimal! It will be a matter of deep regret to all thoughtful Americans should there ever be a distinct lowering of the standard of literary workmanship in England. The different branches of the English-speaking race are mutually dependent; they read each other's books; they need to co-operate in keeping up the common standard. It is too much to ask of any single nation that it should do this alone. Can it be that the real source of the change, if it is actually in progress, may be social rather than literary? It is conceivable that the higher status of th
Archer (search for this): chapter 25
erate in keeping up the common standard. It is too much to ask of any single nation that it should do this alone. Can it be that the real source of the change, if it is actually in progress, may be social rather than literary? It is conceivable that the higher status of the dime novel in England may be simply a part of that reversion toward a lower standard which grows naturally out of an essentially artificial social structure. Is it possible that some strange and abnormal results should not follow where one man is raised to the peerage because he is a successful brewer, and another because he is Alfred Tennyson? No dozen poets or statesmen, it is said, would have been so mourned in England as was Archer the jockey; nor did Holmes or Lowell have a London success so overpowering as that of Buffalo Bill. In a community which thus selects its heroes, why should not the highest of all wreaths of triumph be given to Mr. Haggard's Umslopagaas, that dreadful-looking, splendid savage?
Alexander Bain (search for this): chapter 25
zling whiteness of her bosom. So in the use of language, Howells does not, like Hardy, write tactical observation where he means tactful; or, like Haggard, say those sort of reflections. It is a curious thing that on the very points where America formerly went to school to England, we should now have to praise our own authors for setting a decent example. Can it be that, as time goes on, the habit of careful writing is one day to be set aside carelessly, as a mere American whim? In Professor Bain's essay On Teaching English, with Detailed Examples one finds such phrases on the part of the author as Sixty themes or thereby are handled in these pages (p. 38), and The whole of the instruction in higher English might be overtaken in such a course (p. 48); the italics being my own. If such are the detailed examples given by professional teachers in England, what is to become of the followers? It is encouraging, perhaps, to see that the prolonged American resistance to the Anglicism
Ned Buntline (search for this): chapter 25
go, it came out incidentally that he had written a novel called Warwick, of which seventy-five thousand copies had been sold, and another called Delaplaine, that had gone up to forty-five thousand. Another author of the same school, known as Ned Buntline, is said to have earned sixty thousand dollars in a single year by his efforts; and still another, Sylvanus Cobb, Jr., is known to have habitually received a salary of ten thousand dollars for publications equally popular. No community can do discussed, compared, and criticised; he is himself admitted into the Contemporary Review as a valued contributor; Mr. Lang writes books with him; his success lies not merely in his publisher's balance, like that of Mr. Walworth, Mr. Cobb, or Ned Buntline, but it is a succes d'estime. When, on the other hand, one opens an American daily paper to see what is said about the latest Haggard publication, one is likely to happen upon something like this: We grudge it the few necessary lines . . .
Sylvanus Cobb (search for this): chapter 25
been sold, and another called Delaplaine, that had gone up to forty-five thousand. Another author of the same school, known as Ned Buntline, is said to have earned sixty thousand dollars in a single year by his efforts; and still another, Sylvanus Cobb, Jr., is known to have habitually received a salary of ten thousand dollars for publications equally popular. No community can do without such books, but in America they are not usually counted as literature. Their authors scarcely obtain evenots are gravely discussed, compared, and criticised; he is himself admitted into the Contemporary Review as a valued contributor; Mr. Lang writes books with him; his success lies not merely in his publisher's balance, like that of Mr. Walworth, Mr. Cobb, or Ned Buntline, but it is a succes d'estime. When, on the other hand, one opens an American daily paper to see what is said about the latest Haggard publication, one is likely to happen upon something like this: We grudge it the few necessa
George Eliot (search for this): chapter 25
one opens an American daily paper to see what is said about the latest Haggard publication, one is likely to happen upon something like this: We grudge it the few necessary lines . . . The illustrations are worthy of what they illustrate, and a second-rate imagination runs riot in pictures and text. Even this, perhaps, is giving too much space to the matter; but even if a London critic wished to say just this, he would say it on such a scale as if he were discussing a posthumous work by George Eliot. This difference is the more to be noticed because there was surely a time when the externals of good writing, at least, were held in high esteem at London; and the critics of that metropolis were wont to give but short shrift to any book which disregarded those conditions. But that which practically excludes Mr. Haggard from the ranks of serious and accredited writers is not that his sentiment is melodramatic, his fancy vulgar, and his situations absurd; the more elementary ground of e
English (search for this): chapter 25
which practically excludes Mr. Haggard from the ranks of serious and accredited writers is not that his sentiment is melodramatic, his fancy vulgar, and his situations absurd; the more elementary ground of exclusion is that he makes fritters of English. It is hard for criticism to deal seriously with a novelist who writes: It is us; He . . . read on like some one reads in some ghastly dream; Jacobus . . . whom was exceedingly sick; So that was where they were being taken to; and the like. Ind, we should now have to praise our own authors for setting a decent example. Can it be that, as time goes on, the habit of careful writing is one day to be set aside carelessly, as a mere American whim? In Professor Bain's essay On Teaching English, with Detailed Examples one finds such phrases on the part of the author as Sixty themes or thereby are handled in these pages (p. 38), and The whole of the instruction in higher English might be overtaken in such a course (p. 48); the italics
Juliana Ewing (search for this): chapter 25
tor describes Tennyson's second Locksley Hall as being different from his first. The influence is less favorable when we find one of the most local and illiterate of American colloquialisms reappearing in the Pall Mall Gazette, where it says: Even Mr. Sala is better known, we expect, for his half-dozen books, etc. But the most repellent things one sees in English books, in the way of language, are the coarsenesses for which no American is responsible, as when in the graceful writings of Juliana Ewing the reader comes upon the words stinking or nigger. This last offensive word is also invariably used by Froude in Oceana. Granting that taste and decorum are less important than logic and precision, it seems as if even these last qualities must have become a little impaired when we read in the Saturday Review such curious lapses as this: At home we have only the infinitely little, the speeches of infinitesimal members of Parliament. . . . In America matters yet more minute occupy the
J. A. Froude (search for this): chapter 25
hen we find one of the most local and illiterate of American colloquialisms reappearing in the Pall Mall Gazette, where it says: Even Mr. Sala is better known, we expect, for his half-dozen books, etc. But the most repellent things one sees in English books, in the way of language, are the coarsenesses for which no American is responsible, as when in the graceful writings of Juliana Ewing the reader comes upon the words stinking or nigger. This last offensive word is also invariably used by Froude in Oceana. Granting that taste and decorum are less important than logic and precision, it seems as if even these last qualities must have become a little impaired when we read in the Saturday Review such curious lapses as this: At home we have only the infinitely little, the speeches of infinitesimal members of Parliament. . . . In America matters yet more minute occupy the press. More minute than the infinitely little and the infinitesimal! It will be a matter of deep regret to all t
Rider Haggard (search for this): chapter 25
e newspapers say, received so many advance orders as greeted a late story by Mr. Haggard. It is a curious illustration of the difference between the current literaras a part of the horticultural product. The peculiarity is, that in England Mr. Haggard's crop of weeds is counted into the harvest; his preposterous plots are gravr hand, one opens an American daily paper to see what is said about the latest Haggard publication, one is likely to happen upon something like this: We grudge it thook which disregarded those conditions. But that which practically excludes Mr. Haggard from the ranks of serious and accredited writers is not that his sentiment is not, like Hardy, write tactical observation where he means tactful; or, like Haggard, say those sort of reflections. It is a curious thing that on the very pointsy which thus selects its heroes, why should not the highest of all wreaths of triumph be given to Mr. Haggard's Umslopagaas, that dreadful-looking, splendid savage?
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