Henry James: Complete Stories 1898-1910 (Library of America) (Hardcover)

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The Library of America here kicks off a five-volume series on James. Together, these offer the full canon of James's 52 short stories. Also included are the standard series chronology of the author's life and notes by leading scholars.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Product Description

An expertly edited, fine edition of James's stories from the end of his career collects thirty-one tales, including the fantasies "The Great Good Place" and "The Jolly Corner," along with "The Beast in the Jungle."

Product Details

• Hardcover: 946 pages
• Publisher: Library of America (January 1, 1996)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1883011108
• ISBN-13: 978-1883011109
• Product Dimensions: 8.1 x 5.2 x 1.2 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.5 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #489,400 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Love those long paragraphs!, April 8, 2009

By	Little Dorrit "ldorrit" (WA state) - See all my reviews

After reading the other review here I had to laugh, it is exactly because of such 'extracts' they posted that I knew I had to read this book! So while they meant it as a criticism, it was pure advertisement for me and I'm so glad they posted it for the book has met all of my expections, James was an incredibly gifted writer and I'm so happy to have 'discovered' him. How glad I am too that he was so prolific!

3 of 22 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Writing style unreadable IMHO, July 2, 2008

By	DM (ORegon) - See all my reviews

This is the first two paragraphs from the last story "A Round of Visits"

If you like this kind of writing then you'll like Henry James.
I didn't care for it.

"He had been out but once since his arrival, Mark Monteith; that was the next day after -- he had disembarked by night on the previous; then everything had come at once, as he would have said, everything had changed. He had got in on Tuesday; he had spent Wednesday for the most part down town, looking into the dismal subject of his anxiety -- the anxiety that, under a sudden decision, had brought him across the unfriendly sea at mid-winter, and it was through information reaching him on Wednesday evening that he had measured his loss, measured, above all, his pain. These were two distinct things, he felt, and, though both bad, one much worse than the other. It wasn't till the next three days had pretty well ebbed, in fact, that he knew himself for so badly wounded. He had waked up on Thursday morning, so far as he had slept at all, with the sense, together, of a blinding New York blizzard and of a deep sore inward ache. The great white savage storm would have kept him at the best within doors, but his stricken state was by itself quite reason enough.

He so felt the blow indeed, so gasped, before what had happened to him, at the ugliness, the bitterness, and, beyond these things, the sinister strangeness, that, the matter of his dismay little by little detaching and projecting itself, settling there face to face with him as something he must now live with always, he might have been in charge of some horrid alien thing, some violent, scared, unhappy creature whom there was small joy, of a truth, in remaining with, but whose behaviour wouldn't perhaps bring him under notice, nor otherwise compromise him, so long as he should stay to watch it. A young jibbering ape of one of the more formidable sorts, or an ominous infant panther smuggled into the great gaudy hotel and whom it might yet be important he shouldn't advertise, couldn't have affected him as needing more domestic attention. The great gaudy hotel -- The Pocahontas, but carried out largely on 'Du Barry' lines -- made all about him, beside, behind, below, above, in blocks and tiers and superpositions, a sufficient defensive hugeness; so that, between the massive labyrinth and the New York weather, life in a lighthouse during a gale would scarce have kept him more apart. Even when in the course of that worse Thursday it had occurred to him for vague relief that the odious certified facts couldn't be all his misery, and that, with his throat and a probable temperature, a brush of the epidemic, which was for ever brushing him, accounted for something, even then he couldn't resign himself to bed and broth and dimness, but only circled and prowled the more within his high cage, only watched the more from his tenth story the rage of the elements."