A blog post found in my internet wanderings, and too good not to share with those of you who have expressed an interest in Walpole. We are not alone!
Is it time for a Hugh Walpole revival of sorts?
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
When I tell you the story of how I met Hugh Walpole, I’d have to start off by saying something grandiose like “It was one of those moments when luck, timing and commerce converged.”
Mr. Walpole, for as much as I know him by now, would appreciate grandiosity, mottled with pomposity. And, by the way, when I say “met Hugh Walpole,” I am strictly speaking in the biblio sense of the word. The dude’s been dead for 69 years.
I discovered him on a bookshelf, dirty with neglect, in the garage of a modest house in the foothills of Butte, Montana…