Multiple Authorship and the Myth of Solitary Genius

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Oxford University Press, 15 Αυγ 1991 - 272 σελίδες
This is a study of the collaborative creation behind literary works that are usually considered to be written by a single author. Although most theories of interpretation and editing depend on a concept of single authorship, many works are actually developed by more than one author. Stillinger examines case histories from Keats, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Mill, and T.S. Eliot, as well as from American fiction, plays, and films, demonstrating that multiple authorship is a widespread phenomenon. He shows that the reality of how an author produces a work is often more complex than is expressed in the romantic notion of the author as solitary genius. The cumulative evidence revealed in this engaging study indicates that collaboration deserves to be included in any account of authorial achievement.

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Περιεχόμενα

1 What Is an Author?
3
The Multiple Authorship of Isabella
25
3 Who Wrote J S Mills Autobiography?
50
4 Multiple Consciousnesses in Wordsworths Prelude
69
The Case of Coleridge
96
6 Pounds Waste Land
121
Authors Agents Editors Publishers
139
Authors Auteurs Autres
163
9 Implications for Theory
182
Multiple Authorship from Homer to Ann Beattie
203
Notes
215
Index
245
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Σελίδα 10 - 5 In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes, Or wait the Amen ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes: 10 Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards Its strength for darkness, burrowing like
Σελίδα 97 - secondary Imagination": "It dissolves, diffuses, dissipates, in order to re-create; or where this process is rendered impossible, yet still at all events it struggles to idealize and to unify. It is essentially vital, even as all objects
Σελίδα 15 - O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? . . . In
Σελίδα 99 - Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild, Not far from home, but she hath lost her way: And now moans low in bitter grief and fear, And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear
Σελίδα 102 - The glassy threads, with which the fancy weaves Her brittle toys, restores me to myself. How calm is my recess; and how the frost, Raging abroad, and the rough wind, endear The silence and the warmth enjoy'd within!
Σελίδα 91 - Those musings or diverted, save that once The Shepherd's Lurcher, who, among the crags, Had to his joy unearthed a Hedgehog, teased His coiled-up Prey with barkings turbulent. This small adventure, for even such it seemed 25 In that wild place, and at the dead of night, Being over and forgotten, on we
Σελίδα 73 - The Prelude, book 2: ... so wide appears The vacancy between me and those days, Which yet have such self-presence in my mind, That, musing on them, often do I seem Two consciousnesses, conscious of myself And of some other Being
Σελίδα 66 - To the beloved and deplored memory of her who was the inspirer, and in part the author, of all that is best in my writings. . . . Like all that I have written for many years, it
Σελίδα 72 - Tours to the British Mountains ("Passed a female who was reaping alone: she sung in Erse as she bended over her sickle; the sweetest human voice I ever heard: her strains were tenderly melancholy, and felt delicious, long after they were heard no more"),

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