Confessions of a Book-Lover

A Pilgrim's Progress Through Bookland - Little-known anecdotes about old and new books, authors and characters and a volume that will delight the general reader as well as the bibliophile.

"A diplomat and a wide reader, Maurice Francis Egan combines polish with a rather general enthusiasm." -The Ladies' Home Journal, September, 1922

To get the best out of books, I am convinced that you must begin to love these perennial friends very early in life. It is the only way to...
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A Pilgrim's Progress Through Bookland - Little-known anecdotes about old and new books, authors and characters and a volume that will delight the general reader as well as the bibliophile.

"A diplomat and a wide reader, Maurice Francis Egan combines polish with a rather general enthusiasm." -The Ladies' Home Journal, September, 1922

To get the best out of books, I am convinced that you must begin to love these perennial friends very early in life. It is the only way to know all their "curves," all those little shadows of expression and small lights. There is a glamour which you never see if you begin to read with a serious intention late in life, when questions of technique and grammar and mere words begin to seem too important.

Then you have become too critical to feel through all Fenimore Cooper's verbiage the real lakes and woods, or the wild fervor of romance beneath dear Sir Walter's mat of words. You lose the unreclaimable flavor of books. A friend you may irretrievably lose when you lose a friend--if you are so deadly unfortunate as to lose a friend--for even the memories of him are embittered; but no great author can ever have done anything that will make the book you love less precious to you.

The new school of pedagogical thought disapproves, I know, of miscellaneous reading, and no modern moralist will agree with Madame de S#65533;vign#65533; that "bad books are better than no books at all"; but Madame de S#65533;vign#65533; may have meant books written in a bad style, or feeble books, and not books bad in the moral sense. However, I must confess that when I was young, I read several books which I was told afterward were very bad indeed. But I did not find this out until somebody told me! The youthful mind must possess something of the quality attributed to a duck's back! I recall that once "The Confessions of Rousseau" was snatched suddenly away from me by a careful mother just as I had begun to think that Jean Jacques was a very interesting man and almost as queer as some of the people I knew. I believe that if I had been allowed to finish the book, it would have become by some mental chemical process a very edifying criticism of life.

CONTENTS

I. MY BOYHOOD READING Early Recollections. The Bible. Essays and Essayists.

II. POETS AND POETRY France--Of Maurice de Gu#65533;rin. Dante. English and American Verse.

III. CERTAIN NOVELISTS

IV. LETTERS, BIOGRAPHIES, AND MEMOIRS

V. BOOKS AT RANDOM