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Title: Hugh Walpole: An Appreciation Author: Joseph Hergesheimer Release Date: March 20, 2013 [EBook #42383] Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HUGH WALPOLE: AN APPRECIATION
Author of "Three Black Pennys" "Java Head", etc.
_Together with Notes and Comments on the Novels of Hugh Walpole_
NOVELS THE WOODEN HORSE MR. PERRIN AND MR. TRAILL THE GREEN MIRROR THE DARK FOREST THE SECRET CITY
ROMANCES THE PRELUDE TO ADVENTURE FORTITUDE THE DUCHESS OF WREXE MARADICK AT FORTY
BOOKS ABOUT CHILDREN THE GOLDEN SCARECROW JEREMY
BELLES-LETTRES JOSEPH CONRAD: A CRITICAL STUDY
It is with an uncommon feeling of gratification that I am able to begin a paper on Hugh Walpole with the words, in their completest sense, an appreciation. But this rises from no greater fact than a personal difficulty in agreeing with the world at large about the most desirable elements for a novel. Here it is possible to say that Mr. Walpole possesses almost entirely the qualities which seem to me the base, the absolute foundation, of a beauty without which creative writing is empty. In him, to become as specific as possible, there is splendidly joined the consciousness of both the inner and outer worlds.
And, for a particular purpose, I shall put my conviction about his novels into an arbitrary arrangement with no reference to the actual order of appearance of his dignified row of volumes. Such a choice opens with a consideration of what is purely a story of inner pressures, it continues to embrace books devoted principally to the visible world, to London, and ends with a mingling of the seen and unseen in Russia.
Yet, to deny at once all pedantic pretense, it must be made clear that my real concern is with the pleasure, the glow and sense of recognition, to be had from his pages. The evoked emotions, which belong to the heart rather than the head, are the great, the final, mark of the true novelist. And they may be, perhaps, expressed in the single word, magic. Anyone who is susceptible to this quality needs no explanation of its power and importance, while it is almost impossible of description to those upon whom it has no effect. It is quite enough to repeat it ... magic. At once a train of images, of memories of fine books, will be set in motion. Among them the father of Peter Westcott will appear--a grim evil in a decaying house heavy with the odor of rotten apples; and, accompanying them, the mind will be flooded with the charmed moments of Mr. Walpole’s descriptions: Russian nights with frozen stars, rooms swimming placid and strange in old mirrors, golden ballrooms and London dusks, the pale quiver of spring, of vernal fragrance, under the high sooty glass dome of a railroad station.
