My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's HistoryStowe, Harriet Beecher
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My Wife and I; Or, Harry Henderson's History
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
American fiction -- 19th century; Courtship -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Romance fiction
_There's_ a title to take with the reflecting public! The readers of
serials are generally girls from twelve to twenty, and they read them
with their back-hair down, lounging on the bed, just before a nap after
dinner, and there must be enough blood and thunder, and murder and
adultery and mystery in them to keep the dear creatures reading at least
half an hour."
"I think serial stories are about played out in our day," said I.
"Not a bit of it. There's sister Nell, don't read anything else. She is
regularly running on five serial stories, and among them all they keep
her nicely a-going; and she tells me that the case is the same with all
the girls in her set. The knowledge of the world and of human nature
that the pretty creatures get in this way is something quite astounding.
Nell is at present deeply interested in a fair lady who connives with
her chambermaid to pass off her illegitimate child upon her husband as
his own; and we have lying and false swearing, I say nothing of all
other kinds of interesting things on every page. Of course this is
written as a moral lesson, and interspersed with pious reflections to
teach girls as how they hadn't oughter do so and so. All this, you see,
has a refining effect upon the rising generation."
"But, really, Bolton, don't you think that it is treating our modern
society as children, to fall in with this extreme fashion of
story-telling? It seems so childish to need pictures and stories for
everything. Isn't your magazine strong enough to lead and form public
taste instead of following it?"
"Well, if I owned my magazine I would try it," said Bolton. "But, you
see, the Westerfords, while they give me _carte blanche_ as to means to
run it, expect of course that it is to be run in the approved popular
grooves that the dear thoughtless ten million prefer. The people who
lounge on beds after dinner are our audience, and there must be nothing
wiser nor stronger than they can apprehend between sleeping and waking.
We talk to a _blasé_, hurried, unreflecting, indolent generation, who
want emotion and don't care for reason. Something sharp and spicy,
something pungent and stinging--no matter what or whence. And now as
they want this sort of thing, why not give it to them? Are there no
other condiments for seasoning stories besides intrigues, lies, murders,
and adulteries? And if the young and unreflecting will read stories
shouldn't some of the thoughtful and reflecting make stories for them to
read?"
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