Vanishing Roads and Other Essays eBook

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What can be the reason?  Can the decay of these forgotten phenomena of modern fiction, so lavishly crowned with laurels manufactured in the offices of their own publishers, have anything to do with the hectic rapidity of their growth, and may there be some truth in the supposition that the novels, and books generally, that live longest are those that took the longest to write, or, at all events underwent the longest periods of gestation?

Some fifteen years or so ago one of the most successful manufacturers of best sellers was Guy Boothby, whose Dr. Nikola is perhaps still remembered.  Unhappily he did not live long to enjoy the fruits of his industrious dexterity.  I bring his case to mind as typical of the modern machine-made methods.

I had read in a newspaper that he did his “writing” by phonograph, and chancing to meet him somewhere, asked him about it.  His response was to invite me to come down to his charming country house on the Thames and see how he did it.  Boothby was a fine, manly fellow, utterly without “side” or any illusions as to the quality of his work.  He loved good literature too well—­Walter Pater, incongruously enough, was one of his idols—­to dream that he could make it.  Nor was the making of literature by any means his first preoccupation, as he made clear, with winning frankness, within a few moments of my arriving at his home.

Taking me out into his grounds, he brought me to some extensive kennels, where he showed me with pride some fifty or so prize dogs; then he took me to his stables, his face shining with pleasure in his thoroughbreds; and again he led the way to a vast hennery, populated with innumerable prize fowls.

“These are the things I care about,” he said, “and I write the stuff for which it appears I have a certain knack only because it enables me to buy them!”

Would that all writers of best sellers were as engagingly honest.  No few of them, however, write no better and affect the airs of genius into the bargain.

Then Boothby took me into his “study,” the entire literary apparatus of which consisted of three phonographs; and he explained that, when he had dictated a certain amount of a novel into one of them, he handed it over to his secretary in another room, who set it going and transcribed what he had spoken into the machine; he, meanwhile, proceeding to fill up another record.  And he concluded airily by saying with a laugh that he had a novel of 60,000 words to deliver in ten days, and was just on the point of beginning it!

Boothby’s method was, I believe, somewhat unusual in those days.  Since then it has become something like the rule.  Not so much as regards the phonograph, perhaps, but with respect to the breathless speed of production.

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