The Women Who Make Our NovelsOverton, Grant M. (Grant Martin)
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The Women Who Make Our Novels
Overton, Grant M. (Grant Martin)
Novelists, American -- Biography; Women novelists, American -- Biography
_Amelia E. Barr_ 304
CHAPTER XXVII
_Alice Hegan Rice_ 313
CHAPTER XXVIII
_Alice Duer Miller_ 320
CHAPTER XXIX
_Eleanor Hallowell Abbott_ 326
CHAPTER XXX
_Harriet T. Comstock_ 334
CHAPTER XXXI
_Honoré Willsie_ 342
CHAPTER XXXII
_Frances Hodgson Burnett_ 357
CHAPTER XXXIII
_Mary E. Waller_ 369
CHAPTER XXXIV
_Zona Gale_ 377
CHAPTER XXXV
_Mary Heaton Vorse_ 386
INTRODUCTION
This book, the rather unpremeditated production of several months’ work,
is by a man who is not a novelist and who is therefore entirely unfitted
to write about women who are novelists. Several excuses may be urged;
the author is, by general agreement, young. He has to do with many
novels, being, indeed, a sort of new and strange creature, a literary
reporter self-styled, a person connected with a newspaper and charged
with the task of describing new books for the readers thereof. As he
could make no critical pretensions he had to fall back upon a process
peculiar to newspaper work, the attempt at a simple putting before the
public of facts, of things lately said and done--in short, of news. He
had to regard a new book as a piece of news to be communicated as
honestly and as entertainingly as any other occurrence. And so, here. He
has tried to be a good reporter of the personalities, performances and
methods of work of some of the best known American women novelists.
An effort has been made to include in this book all the living American
women novelists whose writing, by the customary standards, is
artistically fine. An equal effort has been made to include all the
living American women novelists whose writing has attained a wide
popularity. The author does not contend, nor will he so much as allow,
that the production of writing artistically fine is a greater
achievement than the satisfaction of many thousands of readers. It may
be more lasting; it is not more meritorious; and to attempt to institute
comparisons between the two things is absurd. The critic may be
justified in treating of Edith Wharton and ignoring Gene
Stratton-Porter. The literary reporter who should do such a thing
doesn’t know his job.
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