In the volume new in your hands, the authors have touched upon the ugly devil of crime, with which it is your glory to have contended. It icere a waste of ink to do so in a serious spirit. Let us dedicate our horror to acts of a more mingled strain, where crime preserves some features of nobility, and where reason and humanity can still relish the temptation. Horror, in this case, is due to Mr. Parnell: he sits before posterity silent, Mr. Foster sappeal echoing down the ages. Horror is due to ourselves, in that we have so long coquetted with political crime ;not seriously weighing, not acutely following it from cause to consequence; but xoith a generous, unfounded heat of sentiment, like the schoolboy with the penny tale, applauding what icas specious. When it touched ourselves (truly in a vile shape) we proved false to these imaginations; discovered, in a clap, that crime was no less cruel and no less ugly under sounding names: and recoiled from our false deities. But seriousness comes most in place when we are to speak of our defenders. Whoever be in the right in this great and confused war of politics; whatever elements of greed, whatever traits of the bully, dishonor both parties in this inhuman contest; your side, your part, is at least pure of doubt. Yours is the side of the child, of the breeding woman, of individual pity and public trust. If our society icere the mere kingdom of the devil (as indeed it wears some of its colors )it
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Robert Louis Stevenson was born in 1850 in Edinburgh, the son of an engineer. He briefly studied engineering, then law, and contributed to university magazines while a student. Despite life-long poor health, he was an enthusiastic traveller, writing about European travels in the late 1870s and marrying in America in 1879. He contributed to various periodicals, writing first essays and later fiction. His first novel was Treasure Island in 1883, intended for his stepson, who collaborated with Stevenson on two later novels. Some of Stevenson's subsequent novels are insubstantial popular romances, but others possess a deepening psychological intensity. He also wrote a handful of plays in collaboration with W.E. Henley. In 1888, he left England for his health, and never returned, eventually settling in Samoa after travelling in the Pacific islands. His time here was one of relatively good health and considerable writing, as well as of deepening concern for the Polynesian islanders under European exploitation, expressed in fictional and factual writing from his final years, some of which was so contrary to contemporary culture that a full text remained unavailable until well after Stevenson's death. R. L. Stevenson died of a brain haemorrhage in 1894.
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Condition: Bueno. : Sumérgete en la Inglaterra del siglo XIX con 'The Dynamiter' de Robert Louis Stevenson. Esta edición de bolsillo de Alan Sutton Classics te transporta a un mundo de misterio y aventura. Publicado en marzo de 1992, este libro de tapa blanda de 208 páginas es una joya literaria que no querrás perderte. EAN: 9780862990923 Tipo: Libros Categoría: Literatura y Ficción Título: The Dynamiter Autor: Robert Louis Stevenson Idioma: en Páginas: 208 Formato: tapa blanda. Seller Inventory # Happ-2026-02-12-f6711a0f
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Paperback. Condition: As New. There are many Victorian novels that concern themselves with courtship, inheritance, moral improvement and the careful arrangement of social embarrassment. The Dynamiter chooses, with admirable lack of decorum, to concern itself instead with explosions, conspiracies, restless eccentrics and the sort of people who seem incapable of entering a room without bringing chaos in with them. Co-written by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van de Grift Stevenson, and here appearing in a 1997 Sutton Publishing edition, it is one of those gloriously odd books that remind you the nineteenth century was not all drawing rooms and deathbed speeches. Sometimes it was also bomb plots and general instability. Originally published in the 1880s, The Dynamiter emerged from that wonderfully combustible era when political violence, urban unease and sensational fiction could all be blended into something at once thrilling, absurd and unexpectedly funny. Stevenson, best known for rather more respectable fixtures of the canon such as Treasure Island and Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde , here allows himself to wander into stranger territory: part satire, part adventure, part parody of contemporary alarm, and altogether less tidy than the monuments of literary posterity might lead one to expect. This is Stevenson with his cravat slightly askew and a mischievous glint in his eye. And what a premise. The very word ?dynamiter? has a marvellous old-world melodrama about it, as if danger ought to arrive in a top hat with dubious intentions and a suspiciously ticking parcel. The late Victorian imagination was deeply susceptible to such figures, and this novel clearly takes great pleasure in playing with that fear. Yet the result is not a grim political tract or a dour exercise in terror, but something far more entertainingly unstable: a novel alive with shifting tones, improbable characters and the delightful suspicion that nobody involved is entirely as serious as they would like to appear. That is perhaps the real charm of The Dynamiter . It belongs to that rich literary tradition in which high drama and gentle mockery co-exist, each slightly undermining the other. One can feel the genuine anxieties of the period?about anarchism, modern violence, and the unnerving possibilities of the city?while also sensing that Stevenson has little intention of letting his material become solemn. The conspirators may be alarming, but they are also faintly ridiculous. The plot may gesture toward catastrophe, but it does so in a manner that remains sprightly, ironic and very nearly amused by its own audacity. As a book, it also offers the pleasures of a less familiar Stevenson. There is always something appealing about discovering that a canonical author had corners, detours and side roads; that alongside the masterpieces everyone knows, there are stranger specimens full of experiment, wit and unclassifiable energy. The Dynamiter is exactly that sort of find: the literary equivalent of opening a side door in a grand old house and discovering a room full of fireworks, disguises and people talking much too quickly. It may not be the first Stevenson most readers encounter, but it is certainly one of the more memorable once found. As an As New copy sold by Crappy Old Books, this edition arrives in deliciously crisp contradiction to its contents. A novel full of disorder, agitation and explosive potential presented in immaculate condition feels almost too civilised, as though the book has been carefully pressed, brushed and instructed to behave itself before being allowed onto the shelf. There are no obvious scars of adventure here, no foxing, no weary signs of hard travel?just a handsome, fresh-looking volume waiting to unleash its Victorian mayhem on some unsuspecting modern reader. Sutton Publishing was always good at producing editions that gave neglected corners of literary history a second life, and this one feels exactly suited to that mission. It is the sort of book that flatters the. Seller Inventory # 6152
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Paperback. Condition: Good. No jacket. Alan Sutton, 1984. Paperback, sm8vo, xvi,192pp. Slightly yellowed and worn. A fair copy. 0862990920/0.2uk . (Please note that our condition gradings are stricter than those of Abebooks and many other sellers. There may therefore be a discrepancy between this description and its listed condition grading). Seller Inventory # 375645
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