Happy Friday! I hope you enjoy this video of The Dumb Man by Sherwood Anderson.
April 20th marked 100 years since the death of Bram Stoker, the author of Dracula.
An interesting fact about Stoker is that he was a late bloomer in terms of his writing career. His work history included theater critic, civil servant and 27 years spent as the manager of the Lyceum Theater in London. Stoker didn’t publish Dracula until he was fifty years old.
Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night. ~ Dracula by Bram Stoker
Tomorrow marks the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.
Most of us are familiar with the story. In 1912, on its maiden voyage, the ocean liner struck an iceberg and sank. Because there were not enough lifeboats over 1,500 lives were lost.
A little-known fact is that after the disaster Conan Doyle and George Bernard Shaw had a very public disagreement about how the disaster was characterized in the press.
You can read the full story about the dispute at our partner site, The Chronicles of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
When I saw the Classic Book Club site my first thought was, “Why haven’t I heard about this before?” My second thought was, “What a great idea for a site. I wish I would have thought of it.”
The site is filled with book reviews. The reviews aren’t scholarly. Instead they’re the opinions of someone reading the stories for pleasure. Did they like it? What part of the novel appealed to them? I found it refreshing to find other people who think that classic literature can be fun to read.
It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. ~ The Adventure of the Copper Beeches by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle