Portrait of a Man with Red Hair (Horror Classic). Hugh Walpole

       Hugh Walpole

      Portrait of a Man with Red Hair

      (Horror Classic)

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      2018 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-4697-7

      Table of Contents

       Part I. The Sea Like Bronze . . .

       Part II. The Dance Round the Town

       Part III. Sea-Fog

       Part IV. The Tower

      TO MY FRIENDS

      ETHEL and ARTHUR FOWLER

      Dedicatory Letter

      Brackenburn,

       April 1925.

      Dear Ethel and Arthur—

      It is appropriate, in a way, that I should give you this book when so much of it was written under your roof. It is a romance, and this has not been, during the last twenty years, a favourable time for romances. But I like to give it to you because you know how it was written, in a very happy summer after a long and arduous lecture tour during which, more than ever before, I learned to love your country.

      I wrote it as a rest and a refreshment, and I will tell you frankly that I have enjoyed writing it very much. But I do not know whether, in these stern days, stories are intended to be enjoyed either by the writer of them or the reader.

      I have noticed sometimes that people speak rather scornfully of a story as “readable.” But if it be not first of all “readable” what afterwards can it be? Surely dead before it is born.

      I hope then, and I believe, that this tale is “readable” at least. I know no more than that what it is—fancy, story, allegory, what you will. I might invoke the great names of Hoffmann and Hawthorne for its God-fathers. I might recall a story much beloved by me, Sintram and His Companions, did I not, most justly, fear the comparison!

      But the word allegory is, in these days, a dangerous one, and some one will soon be showing me that we have, each one of us, his Sea-Fog, his White Tower, and that it is the fault of his own weakness if he does not fling out of the window his Red-Haired Man.

      No, no, God forbid. This is a tale and nothing but a tale, and all I ask is that once beginning it you will find it hard to lay down unfinished—

      and that you will think of me always as

      Your affectionate friend

      Hugh.