Hugh Seymour Walpole (March 13, 1884 - June 1, 1941), was an English novelist

1916. Walpole wrote horror novels that tended more towards the psychological rather than supernatural, with a brooding underlying mysticism. The book begins: His was the first figure to catch my eye that evening in Petrograd; he stood under the dusky lamp in the vast gloomy Warsaw station, with exactly the expression that I was afterwards to know so well, impressed not only upon his face but also upon the awkwardness of his arms that hung stiffly at his side, upon the baggy looseness of his trousers at the knees, the unfastened straps of his long black military boots. His face, with its mild...

The sun, at that instant, sank behind the hills and the world was grey.

The Scarecrow, perched on the high ridge, waved its tattered sleeves in the air. It was an old tin can that had caught the light; the can hanging over the stake that supported it in drunken fashion seemed to wink at them. The shadows came streaming up from the sea and the dark woods below in the hollow drew closer to them.

The Scarecrow seemed to lament the departure of the light. "Here, mind," he said to the two of them, "you saw me in my glory just now and don't you forget it. . . ."

Perhaps, after all, the...

Hugh Seymour Walpole (March 13, 1884 - June 1, 1941), was an English novelist

1916. Walpole wrote horror novels that tended more towards the psychological rather than supernatural, with a brooding underlying mysticism. The book begins: His was the first figure to catch my eye that evening in Petrograd; he stood under the dusky lamp in the vast gloomy Warsaw station, with exactly the expression that I was afterwards to know so well, impressed not only upon his face but also upon the awkwardness of his arms that hung stiffly at his side, upon the baggy looseness of his trousers at the knees, the unfastened straps of his long black military boots. His face, with its mild...

The sun, at that instant, sank behind the hills and the world was grey.

The Scarecrow, perched on the high ridge, waved its tattered sleeves in the air. It was an old tin can that had caught the light; the can hanging over the stake that supported it in drunken fashion seemed to wink at them. The shadows came streaming up from the sea and the dark woods below in the hollow drew closer to them.

The Scarecrow seemed to lament the departure of the light. "Here, mind," he said to the two of them, "you saw me in my glory just now and don't you forget it. . . ."

Perhaps, after all, the...

Hugh Walpole was an English novelist having published thirty-six novels, five volumes of short stories, two plays and three volumes of memoirs. His first commercial success was Mr. Perrin and Mr.Traill, published in 1911. He could not join the military so during WWI he worked with the Red Cross and then as head of the Anglo-Russian Propaganda Bureau during the Russian Revolution. His books include: The Wooden Horse, 1909; Maradick at Forty: A Transition, 1910; Mr. Perrin and Mr. Traill, 1911; The Prelude to Adventure, 1912; and Fortitude, 1913. An excerpt from The Dark Forest reads,...

Sir Hugh Walpole, was a much loved author in the ealry 20th century. His other books include -The Herries Chronicles-.

The first in the Herries Chronicle saga bu Hugh Walpole.

"So remarkable in truth is this novel that I cannot understand why it is not universally known and admired." - Hugh Walpole
"I Am Jonathan Scrivener remains a tantalizing, highly diverting philosophical novel of rare elegance and wit." - Michael Dirda
James Wrexham is thirty-nine, lonely, and stuck in a dead-end job when he comes upon an advertisement for a position as secretary to Mr. Jonathan Scrivener. Much to his surprise, he is hired at a lavish salary despite never even meeting Scrivener, and he is told to take up residence at once in the flat of his new employer, who...