Malachi's Cove

By Anthony Trollope

Born in London on 24th April 1815 Anthony Trollope is considered a giant of English literature. His early schooling was at Harrow and Sunbury. Here, he was often bullied due to the family’s reduced financial means. His bad tempered father seemed to be full of energy but unable to execute any idea into a regular income.

In 1834 Trollope moved with his family to Bruges in Belgium to escape the debt collectors pursuing his father. With an offer of work for the General Post Office he returned to London later that same year. The next 7 years were, by his own account, unproductive and miserable. However, in 1841 a chance to move to Ireland for the GPO availed itself and he took it.

During his long travels around Ireland he now began to write extensively often setting himself a schedule about how many words to write in a day.

In 1851 he was sent to England to organise rural delivery. In this period he began to nurture the first of the six Barsetshire novels “The Warden’ which was published in 1855.

In his prolific career he wrote 47 novels as well as many short stories and travel books.

On 6th December, 1882 he died in London and is buried at Kensal Green Cemetery in London.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Miniature Masterpiece
• Release date: May 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781787805194

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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Anthony Trollope – An Introduction

Born in London on 24th April 1815 Anthony Trollope is considered a giant of English literature.  His early schooling was at Harrow and Sunbury.  Here, he was often bullied due to the family’s reduced financial means.  His bad tempered father seemed to be full of energy but unable to execute any idea into a regular income.   

In 1834 Trollope moved with his family to Bruges in Belgium to escape the debt collectors pursuing his father.   With an offer of work for the General Post Office he returned to London later that same year.  The next 7 years were, by his own account, unproductive and miserable.  However, in 1841 a chance to move to Ireland for the GPO availed itself and he took it. 

During his long travels around Ireland he now began to write extensively often setting himself a schedule about how many words to write in a day.

In 1851 he was sent to England to organise rural delivery.  In this period he began to nurture the first of the six Barsetshire novels "The Warden’ which was published in 1855.   

In his prolific career he wrote 47 novels as well as many short stories and travel books.

On 6th December, 1882 he died in London and is buried at Kensal Green Cemetery in London.

Malachi’s Cove

On the northern coast of Cornwall, between Tintagel and Bossiney, down to the very margin of the sea, there lived not long since an old man who got his living by saving seaweed from the waves, and selling it for manure. The cliffs there are bold and fine, and the sea beats in upon them from the north with a grand violence. I doubt whether it be not the finest morsel of cliff scenery in England, though it is beaten by many portions of the west coast of Ireland, and perhaps also by spots in Wales and Scotland. Cliffs should be nearly precipitous, they should be broken in their outlines and should barely admit here and there of an insecure passage from the summit of the sand at their feet. The sea should come, if not up to them, at least very near to them, and then, above all things, the water below them should be blue, and not of that dead leaden colour which is so familiar to us in England. At Tintagel all these requisites are there, except that bright blue colour which is so lovely. But the cliffs themselves are bold and well broken and the margin of sand at high water