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228 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1948
This is a beautiful autobiography. H.H.R. has a lovely light touch to her prose, reminiscent maybe of Nathaniel Hawthorne. Her life was romantic—sitting across rural Victoria and outer Melbourne as her family’s fortunes waxed and waned, then to London, Germany, and finally back to London. There is a somewhere sad trajectory to the end of the book, as the rich wide expanses is her years on the continent close up with her arrival in England.
This is certainly a book for H.H.R.’s fans. It fully explains how this writer was able to write such varied books as Maurice Guest, The Getting Of Wisdom and The Fortunes Of Richard Mahoney. She had many strings to her bow: multilingual erudition, perfect pitch and a talent for tennis. She led a rich life of thought, travel and conversation, and yet she never lost a certain nationalist pride for her distant, vexed homeland. Myself When Young is an enchanting portrait of a young writer’s growth and adventures