The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-02-06
vsr he ground that M. but wouIdn.t Il b

cover The ground that vps. but wouldn't IL be
an undertakingi
Il believe Owen wister win get out Of that
purely local veinrof his. He ought 10. He was
born here in the East among the fine linen-wo
don't have purple now '-tMr. Howells doesn't
belong TO tho ''Noble Barons'l land he has
written Of that Western life Just because he
he wanted TO put it into stories. n could do
that he can do more. hope to see him getting
At something moro broad and copprehsnsive;
back ,, and study the Epropcan,ned American;
terly impossible anywhere else. The veneer
tho shifting lights and shades in his character
are splendid matter for n novelist, But, then,
he world is full Of matter for q writer Of flction.
novellstss the'mnn on whom nothing is lost. He
must find everything interesting, love handling
ono thing, At Toast, that Is true Il there ii Is
as%hn SSashis, t ia t hat s sSsrc is i alxn q 'S Some ons
who wants to read that one thing. A man
doesn't create, a truth. He discovers, It, and II
thinking along that same line and. want to
read the thing put into words. Lots Of men had
came over and discovered 1t.
II suppose every. writer doos eight hours
o %S5f bt tnst !. he What Sstoi IL sG Iot tss p%TSiy oHsGFIst Of have SSyiP 9s
10 has usually Put himself in a position whore
II is moro than ever necessary that he should
make money. Often one doesn't write exactly
what he wants to write, because he must salts
taste Of tho public. Serials. are really for a
novelist the only sure means Of support. Books.
az az a m pnlS; don't I pay a Living nvinE wsSE a. ro. The editor dhsG
to some extent by public taste. Yes a writer
I 81" sud- r'~ a soo r usually MssiiE; G %sag gs' that sa'n aom re" ns ss
wanted to do that one, thing and loved doing It.
f aSs eesnf the so noSe HGih AND maya the f no1olis ss'i iDd In.
"A man discoyers something that he likes.
something that ho thinks true and beautiful.
t. t. ruth a,i At sn u Ike sS9 Il. too . roy \ a aSiSs's 5Isso sTisIS
It praised. Tbon a host OF people who never
see or feel the beauty In y read the book be.
f fsHS otS fses Writer'S nGaa 'fS ind y that b tn the en aisoo 90 aST haS
Held, and there's an epidemic Of literature cir
homely phase Of scotch life and no loved It. He
We're "p peop pie Who 1eIt With With hin and others
read-then a deluge OF stories whose alien dia-
f 1fSs g was 1a' p pnlSy eh dissn Fs% Siserimin nseut B shs%;
was sincere and a genius. but there have been
others since who don't ring true and don't bear
comparison with him. Sincerity is the great
essential: Some of our young men need to
.rs a%h Ss,J Place arc women to AXE in the lit
his unfailinR good nature would allow.
Why, the place they can get" he said crisp
about her limitations. Idon't see but what her
limitations are the same as q mans, so far as
literature is concerned, She may not look at
life from a mans point OF view, but that's no
pfssSn sas s aeesR's w ssa IL IS ls elSfaF oi brs oRH hG sns
tense but within narrow bounds. that her &C.
novel. i call that nonsense. Women write
moro short stories than novels for the same
reason that makes men do the same thing-be.
and because there is a readier market for them.
but as for woman's ability, what's the greatest
novel that has been written in Americai Uncle
ic &Isn' tH Mrs: H hna Th9 w %STd ah doing work as
good as any that is being done to-dayi Who Is
the greatest English novelist OF the century,
! say George Eliot. She was q creator mind
AS for my favorite novelist, that's Jane
Austen. / cont say l haven't read greater fc.
ton, but for all tho year rourd pleasure Ill
No., haven't any patience with this talk
about woman's literary. limitations. Lack Of
opportunity and strength are the only ones I
can see. and the men have to wre.tle with those.
nature and the patience to work can write well.
I don't believe In genius. You dol. oh. well,
one must have a brain; but there's more In
writer's have the patience to do the best they
can with the truth they hLd. Work will make
anything worth while. A newspaper inter.
There might have been another note OF warn
ing sounded there-an intlmation that a busy
man couldn't. afford to waste time and that It
view as soon as possible. However, Mr.. How.
ells's eyes and voice still smiled. and probably
no didn't mean more than no said.