Joe Wilson (fictional character)
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Joe Wilson is a fictional character appearing in several well-known short stories written by popular Australian writer and poet Henry Lawson. Joe Wilson first appeared in "Brighten's Sister-in-law," the first story Lawson wrote after his arrival to England, and the longest he had ever written up to that time. It was first published in Blackwood's Magazine in November 1900.
[edit] Published Joe Wilson Stories
| Publication order | Chronological order |
|---|---|
| 1. Brighten's Sister-in-law | 1. Joe Wilson's Courtship |
| 2. A Double Buggy at Lahey Creek | 2. Brighten's Sister-in-law |
| 3. Water Them Geraniums | 3. Water Them Geraniums |
| 4. Joe Wilson's Courtship | 4. A Double Buggy at Lahey Creek |
[edit] The Writer Wants To Say A Word
"Joe Wilson's Courtship" was the final Joe Wilson story to have been written, though, chronologically, its events take place first. Hence, when all four stories were collected in book form, they were printed in the following order: "Joe Wilson's Courtship," "Brighten's Sister-in-law," "Water Them Geraniums," "A Double Buggy at Lahey Creek."
After the fourth story, Lawson added the following note:
The Writer Wants To Say A Word
IN writing the first sketch of the Joe Wilson series, which happened to be ‘Brighten’s Sister-in-law’, I had an idea of making Joe Wilson a strong character. Whether he is or not, the reader must judge. It seems to me that the man’s natural sentimental selfishness, good-nature, ‘softness’, or weakness—call it which you like—developed as I wrote on.
I know Joe Wilson very well. He has been through deep trouble since the day he brought the double buggy to Lahey’s Creek. I met him in Sydney the other day. Tall and straight yet— rather straighter than he had been—dressed in a comfortable, serviceable sac suit of ‘saddle-tweed’, and wearing a new sugar-loaf, cabbage-tree hat, he looked over the hurrying street people calmly as though they were sheep of which he was not in charge, and which were not likely to get ‘boxed’ with his. Not the worst way in which to regard the world.
He talked deliberately and quietly in all that roar and rush. He is a young man yet, comparatively speaking, but it would take little Mary a long while now to pick the grey hairs out of his head, and the process would leave him pretty bald.
In two or three short sketches in another book I hope to complete the story of his life.
