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    Autobiography of Anthony Trollope
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    It may be well that I should put a short preface to this book. In the summer of 1878 my father told me that he had written a memoir of his own life. He did not speak about it at length, but said that he had written me a letter, not to be opened until after his death, containing instructions for publication. This letter was dated 30th April, 1876. I will give here as much of it as concerns the public: "I wish you to accept as a gift from me, given you now, the accompanying pages which contain a memoir of my life. My intention is that they shall be published after my death, and be edited by you. But I leave it altogether to your discretion whether to publish or to suppress the work;-and also to your discretion whether any part or what part shall be omitted. But I would not wish that anything should be added to the memoir. If you wish to say any word as from yourself, let it be done in the shape of a preface or introductory chapter." At the end there is a postscript: "The publication, if made at all, should be effected as soon as possible after my death." My father died on the 6th of December, 1882...
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    PublisherStart Classics
    Release dateMay 1, 2014
    ISBN9781609779467
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    Anthony Trollope

    <p><b>Anthony Trollope</b> nació en Londres en 1815, hijo de un abogado en bancarrota y de Frances Trollope, que, tras fracasar montando un bazar en Cincinatti, escribió <i>Usos y costumbres de los americanos</i> (ALBA CLÁSICA núm. XLVIII), con la que inició una carrera literaria que le reportó fama y prosperidad económica. Anthony se educó en Harrow, Sunbury y Winchester, donde se sintió a disgusto entre los miembros de la aristocracia, y nunca llegó a la Universidad. En 1824 empezó a trabajar en el servicio de correos, donde permanecería hasta 1867. Tras siete años en Londres fue trasladado a Irlanda, y de ahí a nuevos destinos por el Reino Unido, Egipto y las Indias Occidentales.</p> <p>En 1847 publicó su primera novela, <i>The Macdermots of Ballycloran</i>, y en 1855 <i>El custodio</i>, la primera del ciclo ambientado en la mítica ciudad de Barchester (trasunto de Winchester) y en las intrigas políticas de su clero. Este ciclo lo consolidó como autor realista y le dio una gran popularidad. En 1864 inició con <i>Can You Forgive Her?</i> otro ciclo, el de las novelas de Palliser, en el que retrataría los entresijos de la vida política y matrimonial de los parlamentarios londinenses. En 1868 él mismo se presentó como candidato liberal a las elecciones, pero no fue elegido. Entre sus últimas obras cabe destacar <i>The Way We Live Now</i> (1875), una gran sátira del capitalismo. Murió en Londres en 1882.</p>

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    • 3/5
      Autobiography of one of my favourite authors.Interestingly, publication after his death led to his downgrading in critical acclaim. His misdemeanour? He described how he worked on his novels every day from 5:30AM for three hours - producing a set quota of words/pages daily.To the Victorian elite, this smacked of artisan labour. Artists, on the other hand, were supposed to wait for the muse to call, and then dash off their works of art. What a load of tosh!The book is more of a literary autobiography than a "life". There is very little personal information provided.I enjoyed it - but Trollope has given me much pleasure, so I'm likely to be biased.
    • 4/5
      I always feel torn when it comes to reading author biographies/autobiographies: I want to read them before I read the author's novels so that I can understand their novels, but the biographies often include plot summaries and spoilers for those books. For Trollope I decided to risk it and take the plunge and although there were a couple of plot reveals for books I hadn't read, I'm very glad I did.Written towards the end of Trollope's life, but only published in 1883 after his death, this autobiography covers Trollope's unhappy childhood, his work for the Post Office and travels abroad, all of which I found interesting, but by far my favourite sections were those where Trollope discusses his own books and the works of contemporary authors.Trollope was very methodical in his writing habits, setting aside time each day for writing and recording in detail how much he wrote in a dairy. It seems to have been this admission that upset the critics when his autobiography was published. When writing, he seems to have 'lived' with his characters, something I'm sure is a factor in my finding so many of Trollope's characters very believable."It is so that I have lived with my characters, and thence has come whatever success I have obtained. There is a gallery of them, and of all in that gallery I may say that I know the tone of the voice, and the colour of the hair, every flame of the eye, and the very clothes they wear. Of each man I could assert whether he would have said these or the other words; of every woman, whether she would then have smiled or so have frowned. When I shall feel that this intimacy ceases, then I shall know that the old horse should be turned out to grass."Because this is Trollope, there are plenty of digressions in the autobiography; it's broadly chronological but chapters where he considers a history of English fiction, shares his views on what makes a good novel and assesses his contemporary English novelists are slotted in amongst the chapters commenting on his published works. On his published works, I've added several of his less well-known novels such as The Three Clerks, Miss Mackensie and The Vicar of Bulhampton to my reading list, but it was Trollope's comments on the characters which feature in his Palliser novels that really captured my imagination and made me even more eager to continue with this series next year. Although Trollope frequently comments that he doesn't expect most of his novels to last and be read more than a few years after their publication, it's the characters in the Palliser and Barsetshire novels who he believes will be remembered if any are:"I do not think it probable that my name will remain among those who in the next century will be known as the writers of English prose fiction;—but if it does, that permanence of success will probably rest on the character of Plantagenet Palliser, Lady Glencora, and the Rev. Mr. Crawley."
    • 3/5
      Gives fascinating glimpses of 19th-century publishing, and of Trollope's own idiosyncratic methods of writing.
    • 3/5
      This was a read for one of my classes, and unfortunately I have to say that I liked Trollope and his works much better before I read this. It is interesting, no doubt--but the man himself is rather unappealing, thoroughly self-important, lacking in confidence, and vindictive. It is more a discussion of his works and his theory on work than a thorough autobiography. Still, of course, it is a must-read for Trollopian fans.
    • 5/5
      sure he talks about how much money he made by literature: 70,000 pounds. but what about the rest? "it will not , i trust, be supposed by any reader that i have intended in this so-called autobiography to give a record of my inner life.no man ever did so truly,-and no man ever will. rousseau probably attempted it, but who doubts but that rousseau has confessed in much the thoughts and convictions rather than the facts of his life. if the rustle of a woman's petticoat has ever stirred my blood; if a cup of wine has been a joy to me; if i have thought tobacco at midnight in pleasant company to be one of the elements of an earthly paradise; if now and again i have somewhat recklessly fluttered a 5 pound note over a card table;-of what matter is it to any reader? i have betrayed no woman. wine has brought me no sorrow. it has been the companionship of smoking that i have loved, rather than the habit. i have never desired to win money, and i have lost none. to enjoy the excitement of pleasure, but to be free from its vices and ill effects,-to have the sweet , and leave thge bitter untasted,-that has been my study. the preachers tell us that this is impossible. it seems to me that hitherto i have succeeded fairly well. i will not say that i have never scorched a finger,-but i carry no ugly wounds." who could say more?
    • 5/5
      Surely one of the strangest autobiographies I have read. Includes a list of exactly how much money each of his novels made.

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