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Died. Joseph Hergesheimer. 74, prolific bestselling historical novelist from 1914 through the early '30s (Java Head, Balisand, The Three Black Pennys); in Sea Isle City, N.J. A slow but diligent craftsman, he wrote for 14 years before he published his first novel, The Lay Anthony, and in his prime turned out a book a year, plus scores of popular short stories for the Satevepost. No favorite of highbrows, he won a wide popular following and critical respect with his detailed historical backgrounds (e.g., the Clipper Ship era, the Civil War) and nostalgic, unpretentious style...
...brought more satisfactory literary acclaim. Now, a familiar U. S. Literary Figure he lives in the old stone Dower House at West Chester, Pa., goes to an office in the business section of the town to write his books. Some of them: The Three Black Pennys, Java Head, Cytherea, Balisand, The Party Dress, The Limestone Tree, Sheridan...
...Gentleman All' is fairly well written. Too much of the dullness of the Southern life has perhaps crept in without bringing with it enough of the charm that commonly attributed to the Bourbon whiskey and the ladies of the South. Joseph Hergesheimer once wrote a book called "Balisand" which pictured a society very similar to Mr. Fitzgerald's, "Balisand" will never be mistaken for the great American novel, yet it is a better book than "Gentlemen...
...times; did not succeed in selling a story till 14 years later. He lives well in West Chester, Pa., collects antiques, is married. Other books: The Three Black Pennys, Quiet Cities, Tubal Cain, The Lay Anthony, Mountain Blood, Wild Oranges, Tampico, Swords and Roses, The Bright Shawl, Java Head, Balisand, From an Old House, The Dark Fleece, The Happy End, Cytherea, Linda Condon, San Cristobal de la Habana...
...Todd. But of all the company which, assembled in the hall, waited for her to descend, it was for Richard Bale that she wore a yellow rose in her bodice-for him that she sang, as she came, the dying fall of a sweet air. He, a Bale of Balisand, had been, like other Virginia gentlemen, a soldier. Fire and ice had altered the temper of his youth. Back again where riddles were playing, an elegant and austere figure, somewhat of a stranger to gaiety, he had fallen in love with Lavinia and she with him. The night before...