Tag: Robert Louis Stevenson

'Teller of Tales' and the Imaginary Writers' Room on Conan Doyle's birthday

'Teller of Tales' and the Imaginary Writers' Room on Conan Doyle's birthday
I knew I’d cause a sensation when I walked into the Imaginary Writers’ Room in my mind yesterday. I was holding one of my favorite biographies, “Teller of Tales: The Life of Arthur Conan Doyle,” by Daniel Stashower (New York, 1999: Henry Holt and Company). Robert Louis Stevenson saw the gold letters on the back... Read more »

My favorites for National Poetry Month

My favorites for National Poetry Month
With thanks to Mary Schmich of the Chicago Tribune, whose column for Sunday, April 11, listed parts of nine of her favorite poems, I’m joining in her celebration of National Poetry Month by listing at least part of ten of mine. (Catch up with the original column here.) I’ll include every word of the shorter... Read more »

Hey, March 20 is World Storytelling Day!

I ran across a reference to World Storytelling Day in a message from a Scottish-American group on Facebook. Lo and behold, it’s coming up on March 20. (I know, not much surprise after the headline, but what could I do?) But what else struck my attention is that March 20 is also the birthday of... Read more »
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What characters are in your imagination?

What characters are in your imagination?
I’ve been leaving my window blinds slightly open for the past few nights. Closing them completely keeps the coldest of the air from getting through any gaps in my window, gaps which seem molecular at times these days. But the cold air is a slight relief as my over-excited radiator keeps chugging along over 80... Read more »

Happy birthday, Robert Louis Stevenson -- like it or not

Happy birthday, Robert Louis Stevenson -- like it or not
I’ll be spending some time today in the Imaginary Writers’ Room, because it’s a unique occasion.  Robert Louis Stevenson was born on Nov. 13, 1850. He didn’t celebrate every birthday before his death on Dec. 3, 1894 — and not (just) because of his poor health. He legally gave away his birthday.  The little daughter... Read more »

Talking of Michelangelo and other memories in the Imaginary Writers' Room (Eliot, Part Two!)

Talking of Michelangelo and other memories in the Imaginary Writers' Room (Eliot, Part Two!)
For part one of the arrival of T.S. Eliot in my Imaginary Writers’ Room, click here. With the affectionate thanks of the author to W.G. for helping to consider the committee and to A.W. for his Michelangelo comment on part one. “Who is it?” said Daphne du Maurier. “Oh, do not ask ‘Who is it?’ Let... Read more »
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The Imaginary Writers' Room gains another poet

The Imaginary Writers' Room gains another poet
I walked into the Imaginary Writers’ Room, one of my favorite corners of my mind, with a bigger smile than usual on my face. It makes me happy to retreat there with my favorite inspiring writers, to talk about their work — and mine. But that night, I was arriving with happy news. “Sir Arthur,”... Read more »

An imaginary meeting about a real emergency in my Imaginary Writers' Room

An imaginary meeting about a real emergency in my Imaginary Writers' Room
Last night, I dreamt I went to the Imaginary Writers’ Room again. (How’s that, Daphne?) When my dreams calmed down enough to let me get to the writers’ room in my imagination, there was a familiar-looking sign on the door: “Urgent Meeting! Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.” I didn’t... Read more »

Talking to the committee in my Imaginary Writers' Room

Talking to the committee in my Imaginary Writers' Room
I’d had a rough week, so I went to my reading room and picked up a spooky-looking book, “The Best Supernatural Tales of Arthur Conan Doyle,” as “Selected and Introduced by E.F. Bleiler” (Dover Publications, 1979). My copy of the book fell open to p. 166, “A Literary Mosaic,”  which has a note at the bottom,... Read more »
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Birthday time in the Imaginary Writers' Room

Birthday time in the Imaginary Writers' Room
Daphne du Maurier, Agatha Christie, Robert Louis Stevenson and Robert Burns  gathered behind the closed door of the Imaginary Writers’ Room, one of the larger and more comfortable corners of my mind. “Where is he?” demanded Agatha. “Where’s Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? It’s his birthday, after all!” “Well, yes, by Margaret’s time,” said Stevenson. “It’s... Read more »