Stories By English Authors: Italy (Selected by Scribners) — Inside the Classic

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Payn, James, 1830-1898 [Contributor], Norris, W. E. (William Edward), 1847-1925 [Contributor], Oliphant, Laurence, 1829-1888 [Contributor], Robinson, A. Mary F. (Agnes Mary Frances), 1857-1944 [Contributor], Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882 [Contributor] Project Gutenberg 2006 Not confirmed
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Five stories by English authors set in Italy, ranging from a comic tale of a faithful servant to a first-person account of brigand-hunting in Calabria, with recurring motifs of travel, social observation, and the contrast between English and Italian manners.
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his parents to be trusted to the tender mercies of a public school. He was in delicate health, not so much natural to him as caused by an excess of care--coddling. Though he and I were very good friends, unless when we were quarreling, it must be owned that he was a spoiled boy.

There is a good deal of nonsense talked of young gentlemen who are brought up from their cradles in an atmosphere of flattery _not_ being spoiled; but unless they are angels--which is a very exceptional case--it cannot be otherwise. Richard Luscombe was a good fellow in many ways; liberal with his money (indeed, apt to be lavish), and kind-hearted, but self-willed, effeminate, and impulsive. He had also--which was a source of great alarm and grief to his father--a marked taste for speculation.

After the age of “alley tors and commoneys,” of albert-rock and hard-bake, in which we both gambled frightfully, I could afford him no opportunities of gratifying this passion; but if he could get a little money “on” anything, there was nothing that pleased him better--not that he cared for the money, but for the delight of winning it. The next moment he would give it away to a beggar. Numbers of good people look upon gambling with even greater horror than it deserves, because they cannot understand this; the attraction of risk, and the wild joy of “pulling off” something when the chances are against one, are unknown to them. It is the same with the love of liquor. Richard Luscombe had not a spark of that (his father left him one of the best cellars in England, but he never touches even a glass of claret after dinner; “I should as soon think,” he says, “of eating when I am not hungry”); but he dearly liked what he called a “spec.” Never shall I forget the first time he realised anything that could be termed a stake.

When he was about sixteen, he and I had driven over to some little country races a few miles away from Dalton, without, I fear, announcing our intention of so doing. Fresh air was good for “our dear Richard,” and since pedestrian exercise (which he also hated) exhausted him, he had a groom and dog-cart always at his own disposal. It was a day of great excitement for me, who had never before seen a race-course. The flags, the grand stand (a rude erection of planks, which came down, by-the-bye, the next year during the race for the cup, and reduced the sporting population), the insinuating gipsies, the bawling card-sellers, and especially the shining horses with their twisted manes, all excited my admiration.

I was well acquainted with them in fiction; and these illustrations of the books I loved so well delighted me. Richard, who had read less and seen more, was bent on business.

He was tall for his age, but very slight and youthful-looking, and the contrast of his appearance with that of the company in the little ring, composed as it was of a choice selection of the roughest blackguards in England, was very striking.

Many of these knew who he was, and were very glad to see him, but only one of the book-makers secured his patronage. The fact was, Master Richard had but one five-pound note to lay; he had been saving up his pocket-money for weeks for this very purpose, and he took ten to one about an outsider, “Don Sebastian,”--a name I shall remember when all other historical knowledge has departed from me,--not because he knew anything of the horse, but because the longest odds were laid against him.

I didn’t like the look of the “gentleman sportsman” who took custody of that five-pound note, but Richard (who had never seen him before) assured me, with his usual confidence, that he was “straight as a die” and “as honest as the day.”

The race excited me exceedingly; Richard had lent me a field-glass (for everything he had was in duplicate, if not triplicate), and I watched the progress of that running rainbow with a beating heart. At first Yellow Cap (the Don) seemed completely out of it, the last of all; but presently he began to creep up, and as they drew near the winning-post, shouts of “Yellow Cap wins!” “Yellow Cap wins!” rent the air. He did win by a head, and with a well-pleased flush on my face at my friend’s marvellous good fortune, I turned to congratulate him. He was gone. The tumult and confusion were excessive; but looking toward the exit gate, I just caught a glimpse of the book-maker passing rapidly through it, and then of Richard in pursuit of him.

The five stories in this collection share a common setting—Italy—but approach it from markedly different angles. James Payn's 'A Faithful Retainer' opens with a narrator recalling his childhood neighbour, the Luscombe family, whose estate seems a palace to him. The story establishes a pattern of English characters encountering Italian settings or Italianate sensibilities, often filtered through a narrator's memory or a traveller's report. Laurence Oliphant's 'The Brigand's Bride' begins with a first-person narrator who, in 1862, decides to join the brigands in Calabria, armed with an air-gun disguised as a walking cane. The collection thus moves between domestic English scenes and adventurous Italian landscapes, with the structure of each story shaping how Italy is perceived.

Recurring Images of Travel and Arrival

Several stories open with a journey or a description of arrival. In 'A Faithful Retainer,' the narrator's childhood home is contrasted with the Luscombe Court, which he reaches on foot from the vicarage. The Brigand's Bride begins with the narrator taking a seat in the Foggia diligence, a mode of transport that signals his entry into a more dangerous world. The air-gun he carries becomes a prop for social interaction, as he uses it to attract attention in small Neapolitan towns. This motif of travel—whether by carriage, on foot, or by ship—serves as a structural device that moves characters from familiar English settings into Italian spaces, where the rules of behaviour shift.

The English Gaze on Italian Life

The narrators in these stories are often English outsiders who observe Italian customs with a mixture of curiosity and condescension. In 'The Brigand's Bride,' the narrator notes that he could never make himself look like a Neapolitan, and his air-gun prompts locals to ask if it is an umbrella or a fishing-rod. This moment of cultural misunderstanding is typical of the collection's treatment of Italy as a place of picturesque difference. The stories by W. E. Norris and Anthony Trollope, though not fully excerpted here, likely continue this pattern of English characters navigating Italian social codes. The recurring image of the English traveller as a detached observer ties the stories together, even as their plots diverge.

Shifts Between Domestic and Dramatic Settings

The collection juxtaposes quiet domestic interiors with dramatic outdoor scenes. Payn's story lingers on the Luscombe estate—the hall, the gallery, the terrace with peacocks—before moving to more intimate moments. In contrast, Oliphant's tale shifts from the comfort of Naples to the lawless mountains of Calabria. The structure of the collection itself mirrors this movement: the first story is rooted in English country life, while the later ones venture into brigand territory. A. Mary F. Robinson's 'Goneril' (excerpted only in chapter headings) may offer a different kind of domestic drama, but the overall arc of the book moves from the familiar to the foreign, with Italy serving as a backdrop for both comedy and peril.

Narrative Voice and Framing Devices

Each story employs a distinct narrative voice that shapes the reader's perception of Italy. Payn's narrator is retrospective and slightly ironic, describing the Luscombes as a 'vintage' family. Oliphant's narrator is more adventurous and self-deprecating, admitting he was an 'officious spectator' in the events of 1859-1861. The use of first-person narration in both stories creates a sense of immediacy, but also distance, as the narrators reflect on their younger selves. The framing of the collection—selected by Scribners and grouped under the heading 'Italy'—encourages readers to compare these voices. The variety of tones, from the comic to the thrilling, suggests that the editors intended to showcase the range of English literary responses to Italy in the nineteenth century.

The Role of Objects and Props

Objects recur as meaningful details across the stories. In 'A Faithful Retainer,' the narrator mentions statues in the hall, pictures in the gallery, and peacocks on the terrace—all markers of the Luscombes' status. In 'The Brigand's Bride,' the air-gun is both a weapon and a conversation starter, while the sketch-book and knapsack signal the narrator's identity as a traveller. These objects are not merely decorative; they advance the plot or reveal character. The air-gun, for instance, becomes a means of introduction to the locals, allowing the narrator to navigate a foreign environment. The collection thus uses material culture to bridge the gap between English and Italian worlds, with each object carrying a specific narrative function.

Readers approaching this collection will find that the stories reward attention to their openings and to the objects that populate them. The narrators' voices—whether nostalgic, ironic, or adventurous—provide a consistent thread, even as the settings shift from English estates to Italian mountains. The book is best read as a series of variations on a theme, with each story offering a different angle on the encounter between British sensibilities and Italian landscapes. The excerpts suggest that the editors valued variety over uniformity, making this a collection that invites comparison and contrast.

That Italian rain kept me indoors, and Scribners’ collection felt like a slow tour—English travelers forever misreading the locals’ shrugs. I kept noticing how their observations were really about themselves. That quiet self-focus reminded me of another book I’d half-forgotten, Active Service — A Closer Reading, which does the same trick with a sharper, more restless eye.

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    Shane Vargas - 1 month ago
    This book is a disappointment. The stories are far too romanticized and fail to capture the real Italy. The characterizations are one-dimensional, and the plots often hinge on clichés about Italian passion and melodrama. As a modern reader, I found it hard to engage with these outdated perspectives. Even for historical context, the storytelling is bland.

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    William Howard - 4 weeks ago
    The English Authors' Italy anthology is a pleasant read with some memorable stories. The settings are vividly described, giving you a sense of being in Italy. However, some stories feel dated in their portrayal of Italian characters, and the pacing is uneven. It's a nice collection for a relaxed read, but not all stories will resonate equally.

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    Elizabeth Flores - 2 weeks ago
    A wonderful sampling of English authors writing about Italy. The collection captures the romance and beauty of the country, from bustling cities to peaceful countryside. Each story is well-crafted, offering a unique perspective on Italian life. The selection is cohesive yet varied, making it a perfect introduction to the charm and culture of Italy through English eyes. Highly recommended for those who love travel and classic literature.


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