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Comment on The French Revolution by Alec Douglas

Alec Douglas — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 01:55:06 +0000

In about 1954 Maurice Cockin, the historian of Mortlake, told us this story on a cold winter night sitting around the huge fireplace in his old and draughty house in Mortlake He relayed the facts to us in a most dramatic fashion, but possibly to convey the tragic essence of the story he neglected to point out that the events took place in Chelsea, not in Mortlake! It was still a wonderful story, and deserves to be told on cold winter nights in front of a roaring fire.

Comment on Hemingway’s lost suitcase by The Ephemeral Future of Authors’ Ephemera | BOOK RIOT

The Ephemeral Future of Authors’ Ephemera | BOOK RIOT — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 15:00:52 +0000

[...] the losses are better in analog. Hemingway’s stolen manuscripts are much more romantic than a crashed hard [...]

Comment on The Seven Pillars of Reading Station by Third Act, or Day 15 NaNoWriMo | Chris Kouju

Third Act, or Day 15 NaNoWriMo | Chris Kouju — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 09:30:53 +0000

[...] hadn’t kept the habit of saving a copy of the novel in Google Documents. Heck, Hemingway and T. E. Lawrence lost entire manuscripts. That would really suck. It’s amazing they found the strength to [...]

Comment on Hemingway’s lost suitcase by Third Act, or Day 15 NaNoWriMo | Chris Kouju

Third Act, or Day 15 NaNoWriMo | Chris Kouju — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 09:30:50 +0000

[...] if I hadn’t kept the habit of saving a copy of the novel in Google Documents. Heck, Hemingway and T. E. Lawrence lost entire manuscripts. That would really suck. It’s amazing they found [...]

Comment on Hemingway’s lost suitcase by Quora

Quora — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 23:42:37 +0000

What are the most famous examples of creative work being accidentally lost or destroyed?…

Perhaps smaller in physical scale than the first two answers, but, I would imagine, no smaller emotionally for the creator would be the loss of Ernest Hemingway’s suitcase in 1922 filled with first and only drafts of numerous works. Hemingway writes a…

Comment on Hemingway’s lost suitcase by Losing Things Sucks: 3 Historically Significant Items – Lost | ZOMM Blog

Losing Things Sucks: 3 Historically Significant Items – Lost | ZOMM Blog — Tue, 23 Aug 2011 18:24:20 +0000

[...] wife, Hadley, lost a suitcase containing all but two of his fiction manuscripts. At the time of the loss in December 1922, none [...]

Comment on The Seven Pillars of Reading Station by Lost manuscripts | UsGraphic

Lost manuscripts | UsGraphic — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 05:08:49 +0000

[...] The Seven Pillars of Reading Station | Lost ManuscriptsWhat happened to the lost manuscript? Lawrence telephoned Reading Station from Oxford an hour after the discovery of the loss, but there was no sign of his briefcase. Despite articles, offers of a reward, and pleas in the press, no one came forward and … This entry was posted in Stolen manuscripts and tagged Lawrence. [...]

Comment on The French Revolution by horatia

horatia — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 17:09:30 +0000

It was probably a housemaid, but history has not recorded the gender for certain.

Comment on The French Revolution by utprint

utprint — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 18:47:14 +0000

Your post does not make it clear whether it was male or female servant.

Comment on The Ghost of Plath’s Double Exposure by Macanoly V.Q.

Macanoly V.Q. — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 16:21:21 +0000

I haven’t read little about Sylvia, but just what I needed. I have been into a para-psychological experience with Sylvia, that I couldn’t tell about, but to publish on http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sylvia-2006/, and subsequently there were another fascinating experiences about somo of her writing, even one of Sylvia Plath unknown is published under her name in my poetry book in Español “Escenas” “You made warmth while I speak and I don’t need my fireplace…” (Sylvia Plath), and some others about. I am glad to be quite honest and truth to her. To preserve her writing, because me, as a writer could take advantage of it. But, I am truly honest to preserve a memory that isn’t mine, a wonderful mind which does not advantage on another one, and does write in her own.