American Literature

Collected Stories, Volume 1: 1866-91

By Henry James


Encompassing a interval of just about fifty years, the tales of Henry James symbolize the main notable feat of sustained literary construction nowa days. For sheer richness, sort and depth, they've got no equivalent in fiction, allowing us to track the evolution of an exceptional author within the best aspect. This assortment reprints the entire significant tales including many strange yet both interesting items that light up their extra celebrated companions.

Volume 1 covers the interval from 1866 to 1891, the years within which James used to be evolving and perfecting his paintings as a storyteller. It contains such famous masterpieces as “Daisy Miller,” ‘The Aspern Papers,” “The Siege of London,” and “The Lesson of the Master,” and plenty of different stories within which James validated his favourite characters and events: the yank lady in Europe, the solitary observer, the social climber, the literary lion.

Contents of quantity 1

A Landscape-Painter
A gentle Man
A Passionate Pilgrim
The Madonna of the Future
Madame de Mauves
Daisy Miller: A Study
An overseas Episode
The Pension Beaurepas
The aspect of View
The Siege of London
Lady Barberina
The writer of "Beltraffio"
Louisa Pallant
The Aspern Papers
The Liar
The Lesson of the Master
The Patagonia
The Pupil
The Marriages
The Chaperon
Sir Edmund Orme

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