Los Angeles herald., 1891-08-02

| dust, may be very angry, out the ies10u
is apt to be salutary. So with pun
chaser OF book, which it is expected
will be immoral, but which proves to be
a dry philosophical treatise.
! The main meaning OF the present ap-
pearance of the book stores then is, n0<
| that the public taste is depraved, but
gull those who crave unhealthy reading
! matter.
Professor H. III. Boyesen is great ad-
mirer of Ibsen.
Lawrence Hutton thinks the coming
novel will be written by woman.
George w. Cable is Of the opinion that
the worlds greatest novel is yet to be
written.
Bret Harte says he can get three times
better pay for his writings from English
than American publishers.
1t is said that Rudyard Kipling has
begun the use Of the type writer. Mr..
Kipling is confirmed smoker.
Empress Frederick is fascinated by
the genius of H. Rider Haggard, and by
way OF returning the compliment he has
dedicated his last book to her.
A correspondent to Brains thus de-
scribes Edwin Arnold, author of The
| Light of the World: He is a rather
short, well built man OF 80, with smooth
gray hair carefully parted, strong nose
and high forehead. His beard is thin
and gray, his complexion forid and his
eyes are blue.
That old letter, written by Thomas
Bailey Aldrich, playfully reminding
friend of his bad chirography,
is again going the rounds of the press
Mr.. Aldrich should either write a new
letter or, for his own sake, request that
this one be shelved. Like the sea SER
pent, it is perennial.
Many years ago, when Robert Louis
Stevenson was member of an art
school, his fellow students took vote to
decide which one of them could best be
spared by the world. The future author
of DIR. Jekyll and Mr.. Hyde was the
unanimous choice. OF all this band he
is the only one who has achieved any
degree of eminence whatever.
M. Sarcey, French journalist, has
novel way OF gaining news. He has ele-
CANT apartments, rich cigarettes and
choice absinthe. Paris gossips and men
of prominence enjoy his hospitality and
unburden secrets and matters of inter-
est. These he makes subjects for the
bright comments over his signature
which grace the Partisan press.
Rev. S. Barring Gould, the novelist, is
nearly go years of age. His face il
remarkably beautiful, reminding one of
st. John as depicted by some OF the old
masters. He has very intimate
knowledge OF the laboring class, and the
eheroins OF two of his strongest novels.
Mehalah and Red Spider, are "daugh-
ters Of the people. Public Opinion
Mrs. Alexander, the British novelist,
is of Irish parentage. A pep picture
I represents her as tall, handsome, some
what portly OF late years, endowed with
a freshness of complexion that had de-
fed middle age, with fair hair and blue
eyes; she is a striking figure anywhere.
charming companion and an admir-
able conversationalist.- Public Opinion
Paul du Chaillu, who is an original
American and noted as the discoverer of
the gorilla, is preparing novel on the
Land of the Midnight Sun. The scenes
will be from ancient Scandinavia, and
the description of the character and
customs OF the old Norsemen will be very
accurate. as Du Chaillu has spent sew
eral years in painstaking investigation
He says it will in no way resemble III.
Rider Haggard's Eric Brighteyes.
Either the proof-readers are playing
the mischief with his copy" or else
Lord Randolph Churchills literary abil-
tiles are sadly in need of immediate cul-
tivation. His travel-letters, now cur
rent in certain American and foreign
periodicals, would put the average
school boy to blush. Many sentences
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more OF them are as pointless as the SUR
face Of ball, as useless as hair on =
statue. Evidently his ''ludship's" name
is the sole thing which prevents them
being declined with thanks
And now the latest book advertising
scheme is series of nameless novels
from the press of S. H. Moore & Co.,
New York. The first number is char
acteristic volume by Miss M. G. McClel-
land. Liberal prizes are offered to the
purchasers who will suggest the most
suitable name. Ere we know it some
enterprising publisher will be printing
the last chapter first and offering prize
to anyone who will suggest the plot.
This would not be difficult task with
the ordinary novel, and would furnish
an excellent diversion for the summer
girl.
The following anecdote, says the San
Francisco correspondent of Brains, is
told OF Mrs. Gertrude Franklin Atherton,
who raised such a tempest in teapot
by her article in the San Francisco Ex-
aminer affirming that women are more
immodest than men. Ambrose Bierce.
whose biting pen would delight in doing
up his own mother, were she living, and
who really had a fine mind till it be-
came unbalanced by lingering too fondly
on the foibles of mankind, is Mrs. Ath-
erton's pet she is enamored OF him,
intellectually, of course. One morning.
when breakfasting with him, he said.
"Look out, Pm savage. This is one of
my days. / hate everything, including
man and woman" She, very sweetly:
"No particular woman, trust?" He,
even more sweetly "You are not q par
ticular woman, Mrs. Atherton."
The letters OF Marie Bashkirtsef, the
young Russian artist, who won pos
thumous literary recognition from her
| journal year and half ago, have Just
been published by the Cassells. These
letters. the same as the journal which
preceded them, are brimful of yearn-
ings after that portion of the infinite
which would no longer be infinite if once
attained, of quaint philosophy, now