The Journal of Sir Walter Scott: From the Original Manuscript at Abbotsford, Volume 2

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Harper & brothers, 1891 - Authors, Scottish - 621 pages
One of the most rare and telling pieces of literature from Scott's canon,?The Journal of Sir Walter Scott?was the author's personal diary, which he kept between 1825 and 1832. Since its first publication in 1890, almost 60 years after Scott's death, critics have considered the journal one of the best in the English language.?Detailing the financial hardship that befell the author in 1826, the journal reveals the emotional road out of debt, the struggle to produce bestselling novel after bestselling novel and the final days of Sir Walter Scott's life.?Scott was inspired to keep his own journal after reading the?Diary of Samuel Pepys?in July of 1825. His son-in-law would later write that he had never observed Scott having such delight in reading a book than he did with that volume.?Since its publication,?The Journal?has been considered one of Scott's greatest works. Portraying the frantic emotions of near bankruptcy, the elation of having occupational success and the pain of losing loved ones, it is no wonder?The Journal?has been noted as one of the most sincerest books in the world.
 

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