| Mosses from an Old Manse | |
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| Author(s) | Nathaniel Hawthorne |
| Country | United States |
| Language | English |
| Genre(s) | Short stories |
| Publisher | Wiley & Putnam |
| Publication date | 1846 |
| Media type | Print (Hardback) |
Mosses from an Old Manse was a short story collection by Nathaniel Hawthorne, first published in 1846.
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The collection included several previously-published short stories and was named in honor of The Old Manse where Hawthorne and his wife lived for the first three years of their marriage. The first edition was published in 1846.
Hawthorne seems to have been paid $75 for the publication.[1]
Many of the tales collected in Mosses from an Old Manse are allegories and, typical of Hawthorne, focus on the negative side of human nature. Hawthorne's friend Herman Melville noted this aspect in his review "Hawthorne and His Mosses":
This black conceit pervades him through and through. You may be witched by his sunlight,—transported by the bright gildings in the skies he builds over you; but there is the blackness of darkness beyond; and even his bright gildings but fringe and play upon the edges of thunder-clouds.[2]
William Henry Channing reviewed the collection in The Harbinger and noted that its author "had been baptized in the deep waters of Tragedy" and his work was dark with only brief moments of "serene brightness" which was never brighter than "dusky twilight".[3]
After its first publication, Hawthorne sent copies to critics including Margaret Fuller, Edgar Allan Poe, Rufus Wilmot Griswold, and Henry Theodore Tuckerman.[4] Poe responded with a lengthy review in which he praised Hawthorne's writing but faulted him for associating with New England journals, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and the Transcendentalists. He wrote, "Let him mend his pen, get a bottle of visible ink, come out from the Old Manse, cut Mr. Alcott, hang (if possible), the editor of 'The Dial,' and throw out of the window to the pigs all his odd numbers of the North American Review.[5] A young Walt Whitman wrote that Hawthorne was underpaid and that it was unfair that his book competed with imported European books. He asked, "Shall real American genius shiver with neglect while the public runs after this foreign trash?"[1] Generally, most contemporary critics praised the collection and considered it better than his earlier collection, Twice-Told Tales.[6]
Regarding the second edition, published in 1854, Hawthorne wrote to publisher James Thomas Fields that he no longer understood the messages he was sending in these stories. He wrote, "I remember that I always had a meaning—or, at least, thought I had."[7] He noted, "Upon my honor, I am not quite sure that I entirely comprehend my own meaning in some of these blasted allegories... I am a good deal changed since those times; and to tell you the truth, my past self is not very much to my taste, as I see in this book."[8]
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