Record Number: 20132
Reading Experience:
Evidence:
'I cannot tell how I feel, who can ever? I feel like a person in a novel of George Sand’s; I feel a desire to go out of the house, and begin life anew in the cool blue night. Never to come back here; never, never. Only to go on forever by sunny day and gray day, by bright night and foul, by highway and byway, town and hamlet, until somewhere by a roadside or in some clean inn, clean death opened his arms to me, and took me to his quiet heart forever.'
Century:1850-1899
Date:Until: May 1875
Country:Probably Scotland
Timen/a
Place:city: Probably Edinburgh.
county: Lothian
(Reader):
silent aloud unknown
solitary in company unknown
single serial unknown
(Listener):
solitary in company unknown
single serial unknown
Reader / Listener / Reading Group:
Reader: Age:Adult (18-100+)
Gender:Male
Date of Birth:13 Nov 1850
Socio-Economic Group:Professional / academic / merchant / farmer
Occupation:Aspiring writer and intermittent law student
Religion:Uncommitted
Country of Origin:Scotland
Country of Experience:Probably Scotland
Listeners present if any:e.g family, servants, friends
n/a
Additional Comments:
n/a
Text Being Read:
Author: Title:unknown
Genre:Fiction
Form of Text:Print: Book
Publication Detailsn/a
Provenanceunknown
Source Information:
Record ID:20132
Source:Robert Louis Stevenson
Editor:Bradford A. Booth
Title:The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson, April 1874-July 1879
Place of Publication:New Haven and London
Date of Publication:1994
Vol:2
Page:136
Additional Comments:
Section headed Saturday in Letter 388, To Frances Sitwell, Thursday [? May 1875] [Swanston]. Co-editor Ernest Mehew. The date in square brackets has been added by the editors.
Citation:
Robert Louis Stevenson, Bradford A. Booth (ed.), The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson, April 1874-July 1879, (New Haven and London, 1994), 2, p. 136, http://www.open.ac.uk/Arts/reading/UK/record_details.php?id=20132, accessed: 09 September 2024
Additional Comments:
In Volume 2 of the Letters RLS has so far mentioned George Sand’s novels La Comtesse de Rudolstadt and Consuelo (see Letter 276). It is difficult to establish whether the mood he evokes here is paralleled in a particular George Sand novel, or more generally throughout her works.
