Sunday, March 15th., George Street, London.
I had thought of going to Vienna and had told several friends as much, but I have changed my mind. On mature reflection I have realised that there must be more than music to a place for it to be worth visiting. In any case I intend to start preparations for the yachting season next week. The anticipation of time on the water is invigorating and how much more I will enjoy it now that I am quite free of domestic responsibilities.
This morning I spent an hour or so with John Lloyd Stevens as he set out on his journey to Central America. He writes well and would I think have been a highly agreeable travelling companion. Like many Americans in my experience he has an unfortunate attitude of superiority to black people; even when he admits that they display civilised qualities and manners he adopts a tone which suggests they are still not quite up to the standards of a white person. Skin colour was, and remains, a matter of great significance for Americans. I wonder if his attitude will moderate at all as his adventure proceeds?
My play "The Love Match" is the greatest failure that ever was. The first night audience received the last two acts in silence; the whole of the press was frankly hostile, and th public is sedulously staying away. The financial loss is running at about £100 a night and the play is to be withdrawn at once. This beats my previous record for shortness of run which was 36 nights.
On the plus side Cassells have informed me that they are enthusiastic about my new novel "Lilian" but wish me to modify two sentences in it for serial use:
a) 'I am going to have a baby'
b) 'I am seven months gone'.
What a world! Shall I stand on principle and refuse? No, I will take the money.
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Sunday, 15 March 2020
Tuesday, 10 March 2020
Perennially discontented
Tuesday, March 10th., Cadogan Square, London.
It feels so cold here, and grey, and I feel gloomy.
To think that only a few days ago, at this same time, I was strolling about, shirt-sleeved, with a light jacket slung casually over one shoulder, savouring the warm evening air and the sound of the sea. Was it a dream? Why did I return? When may I go back? Ah, well ... I know that this ennui will pass and I will settle to my work once more, and feel contented. Strange to say that before I set off to come home I felt myself ready to return and was positively looking forward to being surrounded by the old familiar things. I had grown tired, or so I thought, of the unbroken blue of the sky and hoped for a few (just a few!) scattered clouds.
The message is there of course which has been stated so often that it should not surprise me: humans are, by nature it seems, perennially discontented creatures. Speaking only for myself I find that an act of will is wholly insufficient to alter my mood. Only time will make the change. In the meantime the most I can hope for is not to inflict my gloomy sentiments onto others. Solitary walking is the answer. I shall go out where the darkness sets me free.
It feels so cold here, and grey, and I feel gloomy.
To think that only a few days ago, at this same time, I was strolling about, shirt-sleeved, with a light jacket slung casually over one shoulder, savouring the warm evening air and the sound of the sea. Was it a dream? Why did I return? When may I go back? Ah, well ... I know that this ennui will pass and I will settle to my work once more, and feel contented. Strange to say that before I set off to come home I felt myself ready to return and was positively looking forward to being surrounded by the old familiar things. I had grown tired, or so I thought, of the unbroken blue of the sky and hoped for a few (just a few!) scattered clouds.
The message is there of course which has been stated so often that it should not surprise me: humans are, by nature it seems, perennially discontented creatures. Speaking only for myself I find that an act of will is wholly insufficient to alter my mood. Only time will make the change. In the meantime the most I can hope for is not to inflict my gloomy sentiments onto others. Solitary walking is the answer. I shall go out where the darkness sets me free.
Sunday, 1 March 2020
AB is still away
Sunday, March 1st., Canary Islands
Warm and sunny - lovely!
Back next week .... perhaps!
In the meantime:
Warm and sunny - lovely!
Back next week .... perhaps!
In the meantime:
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