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All the Frank Harris pages

The archive of the Spectator magazine has a reproduction and transcript of what is probably Frank Harris's first printed article, a review of E. Freeman's Some Impressions of the United States (1883).  In My Life and Loves, volume 2, Frank describes how he wrote it: ... after reading Freeman with great care and finding that indeed he was the very type of an arrogant, pompous pedant who mistook… continue reading
I just came across this passage in volume 1 of My Life and Loves, and felt it should be more widely appreciated. Here's how Frank Harris taught himself French, in a week. I first spent five whole days on the grammar, learning all the verbs, especially the auxiliary and irregular verbs by heart, till I knew them as I knew my Alphabet. I then read Hugo’s Hernani with a dictionary in another long… continue reading
After a recent upgrade to this site, the Frank Harris genealogy page disappeared. There was no mystery involved: the genealogy was displayed using a custom Drupal module which I wrote some while ago and hadn't migrated to the latest release of Drupal. I've now updated the code and it's working again. (Should anyone be interested in how it works, it queries a set of tables derived from GENMOD data… continue reading
Secret Information by Robert Hichens (1938) is a novel with a curious Frank Harris connection: rather than Harris being featured as a character, pseudonymously or otherwise, it is My Life and Loves that performs a crucial role in the plot. Canon Bankton, a Church of England priest, has a presumably unusual hobby for one in his position: he collects dirty books, including Ma Vie et Mes Amours (for… continue reading
A correspondent of mine asked this question recently. The answer is to be found in Philippa Pullar's biography of Harris, where she says he was interred at the British Cemetery at Caucade, Nice - Section G, Row No 11, Grave No. 1 - "high up in the aromatic hills, with a view to the sea, shaded by an olive tree". The burial ceremony took place three weeks after his death (as usual Pullar omits to… continue reading
Here's a curiosity: I was recently contacted by a man who works in an Oxfam bookshop in Bristol. The shop had come into possession of a set of The Ilustrated Dictionary of Gardening with four of the eight volumes apparently bearing Harris's signature and the date 1885. They'd previously had some other books in their stock that were signed by Harris, so it was possible these were from the same… continue reading
Summary: What links Frank Harris, the Brooklyn Bridge and a recently published novel? It is a tale of one city and two - or is it three? - Frank Harrises. The Bomb In Frank Harris's novel The Bomb (1908), his hero, Rudolph Schnaubelt, works for a while on the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge: I suppose every one knows what working in a caisson on the bed of a river, fifty feet under water,… continue reading
This is the complete text of a touching, witty, and artfully-written memoir by Alec Waugh, which is printed in his collection of stories and travel writings My Place in the Bazaar (Cassell, 1961). It is subject to copyright and is reproduced here with the kind permission of Mr Peter Waugh. The Woman Who Knew Frank Harris The Seychelles Islands contain as many eccentrics as I have encountered… continue reading
The following article by Raymond Toole Stott appeared in the issue of Everyman magazine for December 10 1931. It is some years since Frank Harris, who was seventy-five when he died, startled the lierary world with the publication of his frank and outspoken - and still unfinished autobiography. For although he has been recognized as one of the finest exponents of short story writing in the… continue reading
The following account was printed in Story magazine in September 1964. In it the editor of the magazine, Whit Burnett, recalls a meeting with Frank Harris in Nice, in 1926. He had begun with politics, the intensity of his damnation of the egotistic Mussolini having brought him close to my knee, which to emphasize a point, he struck now and then with his strong, practical-looking hand. Once or… continue reading