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The much loved author M.R. James is best known today for his hugely popular ghost stories, which have never been out of print since the first collection was issued in 1931. However, it might surprise even the most devoted fan to learn that (unlike such poets as John Keats and authors such as Oscar Wilde), they cannot buy a book of James’s letters.
Unless they have the means to travel to the dreaming spires of the Cambridge University libraries, and negotiate a library system which can be intimidating to the average person (with its hushed interiors and the wearing of white archival gloves), the public can’t access James’s letters. If anyone is inclined to search the shelves of independent or chain book shops or online book purveyors, they will find that everyone else seems to have had their letters published, but alas not poor old James.
This is what you can help to to rectify by supporting this new collection of the author’s letters. In them, we can learn of his fear of spiders (and their hairy legs), his love of cats and his thoughts on other authors such as Henry James and James Joyce. As well as a whole life’s thoughts on a host of subjects.
- High quality royal hardback format with head and tail bands.
- Approximately 100 letters, transcribed and annotated by Jane Mainley-Piddock, PhD, from the originals that are kept in libraries at the University of Cambridge.
- For academics, fans and the general reader.
- Approximately 420 pages and 100,000 words.
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Jane Mainley-Piddock is a British writer, blogger and book reviewer. She specialises in the ghost stories of M R James and the literature of the late Victorian period. She blogs on her website janemainley-piddock.com, where you will also find her poetry and short stories.
A lover of cats, books and writing, Mainley-Piddock was born in the village of Johnstown near Wrexham. She was educated at Grango School in the village of Rhosllanerchugog, and being a self confessed nerd attended Wolverhampton University, Akron University (Ohio), Glyndwr University (Wrexham) and Abersytwyth University.
Her favourite authors include Irvine Welsh, Anais Nin, and M R James.
Favourite Colour: Black
Favourite food: cheese and chocolate (often eaten together)
Favourite words: Boudain Noir, Chiaroscuro
Letter No.iii. 22 Jan ‘03
My dear Apple pie,
It was indeed a gratification to ‘recieve’, as you so thoughtfully put it, your communication. I feel that I have at least one colleague in the field of ornithological study who does not – as too many so called scientists do – sniff at and deride the records of my observations.
I am unfortunately confined to my room by the lumbago (a sign of approaching old age), and this has become known to the sparrows who infest the college. They are well aware that I cannot move quickly or indeed move at all without grave personal inconvenience, and the consequence is that they take it in turns to come and sit on my window-sill and laugh. I sent a note to the Provost’s cat – a large animal named Cato, of whom I am a good deal afraid- and he was good enough to what he called “Step round and look in” this afternoon. But I derived but slight benefit from this manoeuvre, for he insisted first on having a copious lunch, and then went to sleep. A particularly insolent sparrow was goading me to madness soon afterwards and being unable to move easily, as I said, I threw a small object, it might have been a book or a chair – at Cato to attract his attention. I am sorry to say he completely lost control of his temper, bit my hand, and left the room. One of the kitchen cats whom I have since asked up, will do nothing but ask in a high irritating voice: “What are you doing now?” “Writing” I say – “and what are you doing now?” “Still writing”, “and what are you going to do next?” “Oh” I say “won’t you have a little milk?” “Yes” says the cat (no “please” or “thank you” or anything of that sort) “and what shall I do after that?” “If you can’t manage to hold your tongue you’ll leave the room after that”. This rather silences the cat for a short time. Then it says “What day is it to-day?” “Thursday – King’s Accession “Why isn’t it King’s College?” “It is called King’s College” “Why did you call it something different?” “Now look here” I said the last time it asked this stupid question “out you go.” It was just beginning to ask “Why do I go out?” when I showed it why with the poker. And now I can hear it still asking questions on the back-stairs. Whether it is the spread of Education or living in what they call an intellectual atmosphere, I don’t know but these University cats are getting beyond me altogether.
This communication has been waiting for some days now. The lumbago has been diminishing, thank you, but as I have had to go out to-night in the rain I dare say it will be better and I shall be worse to-morrow. In any case the inclemency of the weather and my inability to perambulate the rural environs of this town, have precluded me from initiating such a series of observations as might have resulted in bringing me into contact with the ornithological world or as I have seen them not inaptly designated “our Feathered Friends.” You will, I am confident, be quick to excuse the consequent dearth of specific information for which these pages might reasonably be censured. Nor will it, I venture to suggest, escape your notice that my enforced confinement has had the effect of throwing me upon the society of those voiceless yet eloquent companions (I allude to the books which line the walls of my little sanctum) and of purifying if adorning the style in which for the last few lines I have taken the liberty of addressing you.
Yrs as always
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