Books by Alice Muriel Williamson

"The girl's reputation as a beauty had marched before her, blowing trumpets. She was the prettiest girl in Davos, as she had been the prettiest in London; and I shared with other normal, self-respecting men the amiable weakness of wishing to monopolise the woman most wanted by others. During the process I fell in love, and Helen was kind."A wealthy American heiress nicknamed the Manitou Princess flees to Europe after discovering that her fiancé is only marrying her for her money. She sets out on a tour of the Alps and declares she hates all men. Yet that statement is soon put to trial when she meets Monty Lane, an equally heart-broken English lord. Charles Norris Williamson (1859-1920) and Alice Muriel Williamson (1858-1933) were a married couple of writer. Charles was originally from Exeter in the United Kingdom and Alice was from Cleveland, Ohio. Alice moved to the Britain in 1892, working as a correspondant for the Boston Evening. There she met Charles, who was then a renowned magazine editor, and the pair married in 1894. She convinced him to appear as the co-author of many of her novels, although she later said she was their sole author.

"For some moments distant Vesuvius had beguiled my thoughts from the still more distant mountain of the secret, when suddenly a white girl in a white hood and a long white cloak passed me on the white deck: whereupon I forgot mountains of reality and dreams. She was one of those tall, slim, long-limbed, dryad-sort of girls they are running up nowadays in England and America with much success."Lord Ernest Borrow and Captain Anthony Fenton think they know a secret - a secret that could make them both rich - but they are interrupted on their quest between Naples and Alexandria by Sir Marcus Antonius Lark, by a woman who thinks she is the reincarnation of Cleopatra, an American Heiress, and Mrs. Jones, a mysterious Irish woman with a past. Will they ever find the secret? Or will their adventure lead them to another discovery altogether?Charles Norris Williamson (1859-1920) and Alice Muriel Williamson (1858-1933) were a married couple of writer. Charles was originally from Exeter in the United Kingdom and Alice was from Cleveland, Ohio. Alice moved to the Britain in 1892, working as a correspondant for the Boston Evening. There she met Charles, who was then a renowned magazine editor, and the pair married in 1894. She convinced him to appear as the co-author of many of her novels, although she later said she was their sole author.

You hold in your hands a delightful volume that combines several literally forms. It is first and foremost a romance, a very proper romance along the lines of Pride and Prejudice. No bodice-ripping here. In a sense, The Lightening Conductor is a farce as well. The characters bumble along oblivious of each others' station and identity, reminiscent of every Gilbert&Sullivan love story, although I am afraid there are no pirates. Perhaps an old-maid aunt plays the role of nursemaid well as she accompanies Molly, the young heroine, on a ramble from London to Italy in a new-to-the-world contraption, an automobile. Yes, the framework for this tale is a road trip. It is a travelogue in the tradition of early Robert Louis Stephenson ( An Inland Voyage, Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes ), and Mark Twain (Roughing it, Huckleberry Finn). But the most remarkable feature of this wonderful book is that it is one of the best examples of the epistolary form that I have ever encountered. It is written entirely as letters, not between the two protagonists, but between each and a trusted confidante.

Reproduction of the original: The Elements of Character by Alice Muriel Williamson, Charles Norris Williamson