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The Wondersmith

Auhtor: Fitz James Brien

Language: english

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Review by Michael Gallagher, December 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'The Wondersmith':

Fitz James OBrien (also spelled Fitz-James December 31 1828 - April 6 1862) was an Irish-born American writer some of whose work is often considered one of the forerunners of todays science fiction.

Excerpts from the Book 'The Wondersmith':


... greasy, as if it were twin brother of the Roman Ghetto. I like a dirty slum not because I am naturally unclean, - I have not a drop ...
... oboes, drums, and such like. There are characters also on the stage. A Templar in a white cloak is dragging a fainting female form to the parapet ...
... table close to where Herr Hippe sat was placed a large square box of some dark wood, while over it was spread a casing of steel, so elaborately wrought ...
... colors, or from the careless, graceful attitudes of the wearer, assumed a certain air of picturesqueness. Both the men possessed the same marked Oriental ...
... gutter, with an empty brandy-bottle in his hands. Were it not that the plant is a sacred one to our race, I would curse the grape and the vine that ...
... know he does not like to have her spoken about. I will take care that we are not disturbed, said Kerplonne, rising. I will put my eye ...
... He never gives me any light of an evening, but bids me go to bed. I like to sit sometimes and look at the moon and the stars, - the stars more ...
... head to Solon, as much as to say, Go on we are attentive. You want a story, do you? said the humpback, with a mournful smile. Well, ...
... so much happiness was reserved for him as the love of this beautiful, innocent girl. At night, when he was in bed, and all the world was dreaming, he ...
... sides he heard mysterious melodies sung by strangely musical voices. None of the features of the landscape were definite yet when he looked on the ...
... in a large cloak, to whom the host of the Rainbow gave so many toddies and a dollar for his nightly performance. Mr. Pippel's shop ...
... bottom of their cages, while the water in their little glass fountains ran red. The bullfinches wore an unnatural crimson on their breasts. The mocking-bird ...
... blazing glance, while his head, mentally brave, reared itself, as if to redeem the cowardice of the frame to which it belonged. So the attitude ...
... inferiority to the before-mentioned Alsatians, frequently got more kicks than coppers, and the present supplication which he indulged in towards ...
... hate her. I am a cripple. Providence has cast this lump upon my shoulders. But that is nothing. The camel, that is the salvation of the children ...
... colored lamps of Dreamland, did the millions of dear sleeping children behold, the night of the New Year's Eve of which I speak. ...
... The place, for a mile around the spot where it is fabricated, is shunned as accursed. Devils hover over the pot in which it stews and the birds ...
... It is Furbelow! he cried. Zonela has sent him. He came through the stove-pipe hole. It was Furbelow, indeed, restored ...
... chair broke the silence. Solon stooped down and put his eye to the keyhole, through which a red bar of light streamed into the entry. As he did so, his ...
... shaken from the boughs by the winds of autumn. The chamber was now a sheet of fire. The flames roared round and round, as if seeking ...