Mufti is an odd book, but a revealing one. Having made a reputation during the war with stories that portrayed the conflict in a tough-minded way (a tough-mindedness that was often taken for realism) Sapper bravely took on the task of writing a condition-of-England novel, set during the last three months of the War, and trying to make sense of the coming post-war world.
In a town called Poperinghe, during the height of the German offensive in May 1918, quartermaster-sergeant, Derek Vane, watches with mixed feelings as a pilot and his observer are shot down. What is there left for this ghost town, ravaged by war and utterly devastated? This penetrating story, which takes us through to the end of the war and charts the diverse experiences of soldiers and their loved ones, was written by a man who experienced it all.
This collection of short stories are generally written from the point of view of British Army officers during the First World War.
The story lines are conventional, sentimental and often propelled by improbable coincidences, much like the style of O. Henry. As a circa 1916 wartime collection the Germans are uniformly found to be ‘villainous Hun.’ A great value of the book is the insight the stories provide into life in the fighting trenches and how the brutality of trench warfare affects the characters. McNeile, a serving officer on the Western Front, takes great patience to explain this to the presumably unknowledgeable reader. After the war McNeile became a best-selling author, writing the melodramatic Bulldog Drummond series of novels and plays.
” For a good Scotch story, faithful to locality and quaint neighborhoods, in its every particular, commend us to S. R. Crockett.”
This is one of a number of swashbuckling historical novels written by a Scottish author popular in the 1890s.
A great adventure a story based on the historical feud of the Kennedys in 16th century Ayrshire. Mixing in the myth of the cannibal Sawney Bean. The language is mostly lowland Scots, and is a real delight.
This is a deeply funny book with an affectionately-portrayed narrator, a young boy, Launcelot Kennedy, who dreams of becoming a knight like his namesake. The chapter headings are delicious, entitled ‘The Adventure of the Garden’ and ‘The Murder Among the Sandhills’ and the like; as such the story is reminiscent of the thrilling adventure stories of the period written by the likes of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Jules Verne.
This is a collection of sea stories about our coast lines of the USA.
This book was originally published in 1896 by Dodd & Mead. It has several authors. Crockett’s story is : The Smugglers of the Clone- Harold Frederic- There is Sorrow on the Sea.- Gilbert Parker- The Path of Murtogh. W. Clark Russell- The Roll-Call of the Deep. Q- That There Mason.
Written to introduce children to the works of Sir Walter Scott, both volumes bear the sub-title “Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North”. Stories include episodes from Waverley, Guy Mannering, Rob Roy, The Antiquary, Ivanhoe, The Fortunes of Nigel, Quentin Durward & The Pirate.
“ In this simple recounting of adventures there lurks a really high art, and not a little humor. Mr. Crockett is aiming to bring home to his critical small audience the liveliness, the excitement, the breathless adventuresomeness, of these great novels. He is luring his hearers on to read for them-selves. He tells them enough about the people and the events to make them hurry to the books to fill out details.” — Churchman.
A novel concerned with stamp-collecting, written for serialisation in a Stanley Gibbons magazine.
This was a good while ago, you know, before many people made collections of stamps, and when the boy who collected crests or hair-oil bottle capsules was thought just as much of a scientist as Phillips—or even Me and Myn.
But now I must tell you who we are, Myn and I. We called ourselves “Me and Myn,” because— well, I won’t tell you that just yet, but it wasn’t because we couldn’t speak grammatically. For Myn took the first prize in Grammar in the Sixth at Old Currycomb’s, which would have been mine if I hadn’t let her. I got second, though.