Beatrice Harraden (1864–1936)
Autor(a) de Ships that Pass in the Night
About the Author
Image credit: George Grantham Bain Collection (Library of Congress)
Obras por Beatrice Harraden
Things Will Take a Turn 11 exemplares
New Book of the Fairies (Lupton) 3 exemplares
Hilda Strafford; a California story 2 exemplares
Master Roley 1 exemplar
Search will find it out 1 exemplar
A Bird of Passage and Other Stories 1 exemplar
Umbrella Mender • FREE E-BOOK • 1 exemplar
Spring Shall Plant 1 exemplar
Associated Works
Eighteen Stories For Girls 1 exemplar
Etiquetado
Conhecimento Comum
- Nome canónico
- Harraden, Beatrice
- Data de nascimento
- 1864-01-24
- Data de falecimento
- 1936-05-05
- Sexo
- female
- Nacionalidade
- UK
- Local de nascimento
- London, England, UK
- Local de falecimento
- Barton-on-Sea, Hampshire, England, UK
- Educação
- Bedford College
Queen's College, London
Cheltenham Ladies College - Ocupações
- novelist
suffragist
short story writer
journalist
children's book author - Organizações
- Women's Social and Political Union
Women Writers' Suffrage League
Oxford English Dictionary
Fatal error: Call to undefined function isLitsy() in /var/www/html/inc_magicDB.php on line 425- Beatrice Harraden was born in Hampstead, London, the daughter of a musical importer. She took classes in Dresden, Germany, and attended Cheltenham Ladies College before graduating with degrees in mathematics and the classics from Bedford College of the University of London. She travelled extensively in Europe and the USA and in 1893 found fame with her bestselling debut novel, Ships That Pass in the Night. Besides 17 novels, she also wrote short stories, books for children, and a play. She became a leader of the Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU), and was an active and forceful campaigner for female suffrage. In 1908, she joined the Women Writers' Suffrage League and wrote articles for the suffragist newspaper Votes for Women. She joined the Tax Resistance League and refused to pay taxes on her royalties until women were given the right to vote. Her dedication to the cause was among her favorite topics, as were female friendship and music and musicians. Beatrice Harraden served as a reader for the Oxford English Dictionary, and this, too was reflected in her fiction: The Scholar’s Daughter (1906) was set among lexicographers.
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Críticas
Things will take a turn : a story for children por Beatrice Harraden
This is a nicely illustrated edition, 'forty-six illustrations by J.H.Bacon'. There is also - at the end - a comprehensive catalogue of Blackie & Son's Books for young people, G.A.Henty up front. The author was a suffragette leader who graduated from Bedford College (that merged with Royal Holloway College) in Classics and Mathematics. She produced many interesting novels such as this one.
The story of a little girl, Rosebud, and their struggle for survival in a world of misery and poverty.
The author was a suffragette leader who graduated from Bedford College (that merged with Royal Holloway College) in Classics and Mathematics. She produced many interesting novels such as this one.
"Do you understand, Alan, my boy?" asked Clifford Thornton.
"No, father, I don't," the boy said in a low voice. "It seems all such a fuss about nothing. Why can't you and mother have it out like any other fellows, and then make it up and be friends? You can't think how easy it is."
"We have been doing that for fifteen years and more-all your lifetime," the man said.
"I never knew it was as bad as that," Alan said.
"We tried to spare you the full knowledge of it," the man answered gently. "But now that you are old enough to know, we are obliged to tell you that we are not, never have been, happy together, and that we do not wish to be together. We spoil each other's lives."
Alan was sitting on the sofa. He stirred a little, and then suddenly, without any warning, burst into tears. Although he admired his mother's personality and bearing, he had never been particularly attached to her; but with that conservative conventionalism characteristic of an English boy, he was mortified, and felt it to be a disgrace that there should be any serious disagreement between his parents.
Clifford Thornton looked at the boy whom he loved and whom he had wounded; and he recognised with a sharp pain of regret that Alan was still too young and too sensitive for the news which had been broken to him. Bitterly the man reproached himself for his selfishness. And yet he had waited for this moment for fifteen long years-more than that; for he and his wife had discovered at the onset that they were out of sympathy, each having an aura hostile to the other. Then the child had come, and these two naturally antipathetic people had thought: "We shall draw nearer to each other because of the child."
But Nature is merciless in many of her ways, and mysterious; and perhaps her greatest and subtlest human mystery is the strife, conscious or unconscious, of one individuality with another individuality. And she gives no balm for it. On the contrary, she gives a sort of morbid remorse, wholly out of proportion to the quality and quantity of mistakes and failings born necessarily of unsuitable companionship.… (mais)
"No, father, I don't," the boy said in a low voice. "It seems all such a fuss about nothing. Why can't you and mother have it out like any other fellows, and then make it up and be friends? You can't think how easy it is."
"We have been doing that for fifteen years and more-all your lifetime," the man said.
"I never knew it was as bad as that," Alan said.
"We tried to spare you the full knowledge of it," the man answered gently. "But now that you are old enough to know, we are obliged to tell you that we are not, never have been, happy together, and that we do not wish to be together. We spoil each other's lives."
Alan was sitting on the sofa. He stirred a little, and then suddenly, without any warning, burst into tears. Although he admired his mother's personality and bearing, he had never been particularly attached to her; but with that conservative conventionalism characteristic of an English boy, he was mortified, and felt it to be a disgrace that there should be any serious disagreement between his parents.
Clifford Thornton looked at the boy whom he loved and whom he had wounded; and he recognised with a sharp pain of regret that Alan was still too young and too sensitive for the news which had been broken to him. Bitterly the man reproached himself for his selfishness. And yet he had waited for this moment for fifteen long years-more than that; for he and his wife had discovered at the onset that they were out of sympathy, each having an aura hostile to the other. Then the child had come, and these two naturally antipathetic people had thought: "We shall draw nearer to each other because of the child."
But Nature is merciless in many of her ways, and mysterious; and perhaps her greatest and subtlest human mystery is the strife, conscious or unconscious, of one individuality with another individuality. And she gives no balm for it. On the contrary, she gives a sort of morbid remorse, wholly out of proportion to the quality and quantity of mistakes and failings born necessarily of unsuitable companionship.… (mais)
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Estatísticas
- Obras
- 20
- Also by
- 6
- Membros
- 115
- Popularidade
- #170,830
- Avaliação
- 3.6
- Críticas
- 5
- ISBN
- 38