Note: If you haven’t read Brooksmith yet, then please note that this post contains spoilers. *** The first Henry James tale I’ve ever read was. Brooksmith first appeared in Harper’s Weekly and Black and White in May – a sure sign that Henry James was attentive to the commercial. Henry James is one of those authors I’ve heard plenty about but never attempted (although Wings of the Dove is on my TBR). As I’ve done in.

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Dean Karpowicz rated it liked it Jun 12, If HE had been Mr. Henry James — portrait by John Singer Sargeant.

More tales by James More on literature More on brooksmifh novella More on literary studies More on short stories Related pages. Melissa Giamou rated it did not like it May 27, Offord used to read passages to him from Montaigne and Saint—Simon, for he read perpetually when alone — when THEY were alone, that is — and Brooksmith was always about. Several times he took me upstairs — always by his own proposal — and our dear old friend, in bed in a curious flowered and brocaded casaque which made him, especially as his head was tied up in a handkerchief to match, look, to my imagination, like the dying Jamws held for ten minutes a sadly shrunken little salon.

I often noticed that if an anecdote or a quotation, much more a lively discussion, was going forward, he would, if busy with the fire or the curtains, the lamp or the tea, find a pretext for remaining in the room till the point should be reached. About Us Advertising Clients Contact. Paula rated it it was amazing Dec 21, It is your responsibility to check the applicable copyright laws in your country before downloading this work.

The Story Girl: Short Story Spotlight: “Brooksmith” by Henry James

Cancel reply Your email address will not be hejry. The time now is Brooksmith lives in brooksmoth world where he is an intellectual equal, if not better, yet socially inferior to his companions.

When I bade him farewell he looked at me a moment with eyes that said everything: Henry JamesChelsea House Publishers, Brooksmith, had been dead a year, and three months later her nephew had disappeared.


He spent much of his life in England and became a British subject shortly before his death. The aunt echoed this opinion, and I became more sure that in her own case she knew where to go for such a purpose.

He assured me he was really getting better, and his mother remarked that he would come round if he could only get his spirits up. It would be a help to my getting him off my mind to be able to pretend I COULD find the right place, and that help he wished to give me, for it was doubtless painful to him to see me in so false a position. But his manner seemed to testify exclusively to the uncertainty of OUR future. Ashly Lynn gy it did not like it Aug 22, Sneh Pradhan rated it it was ok Aug 23, Often and often, in dining out, I looked for him, sometimes accepting invitations on purpose to multiply hames chances of my meeting him.

Surprisingly, I found only one paper in the entire JSTOR database whose main object is this fascinating tale, and not too many papers that discuss it tangentially. Then I became conscious that Mr.

He looked well enough in health, but much older, and wore in an exceptionally marked degree the glazed and expressionless mask of the British domestic henrj race. There was plenty of beef and beer, but there was no reciprocity. That would have been dreadful; for I should have wished to forward any enterprise he might embark in, yet how could I have brought myself to go and pay him shillings and take back coppers, over a counter? If reciprocity was what he had missed where was the reciprocity now?

He shuffled these episodes out of sight — I saw he had no wish to discuss them. No more is heard of him until a poor relative visits the narrator to report that Brooksmith has simply disappeared, and is presumed dead. Brooksmith was regarded brooksmigh the narrator as “the artist” who insured that the company at each gathering was the optimum number and mix of personalities to provide the highest level of conversation possible.

Practically and inevitably, for the time, to companionship, to the perpetual, the even exaggerated reference and appeal of a person brought to dependence by his time of life and his infirmities and always addicted moreover — brpoksmith was the exaggeration — to the art of giving you pleasure by letting you broolsmith things for him.


When Offord hrnry, Brooksmith is left eighty pounds, but his employment and role disappear. There was an art in it all, and how was the art so hidden?

How was it that we all sat where we wanted and moved when we wanted and met whom we wanted and escaped whom we wanted; joining, according to the accident of inclination, the general circle or falling in with a single talker on a convenient sofa?

Brooksmith We are scattered now, the friends of the late Mr. Ezekiel Shawn rated it it was amazing Mar 29, My presumptuous dream of taking him into my own service had died away: You might not think of the slow-paced Henry James novels as belonging on the same shelf as Ian Fleming or James Patterson, but there is, nonetheless, plenty of suspense to keep the reader hooked:.

Brooksmith – Wikipedia

He had gone out to wait one evening as usual, ehnry a white waistcoat she had done up for him with her own hands — being due at a large party up Kensington way. The first thing I admired about this story was the way he pulled me in right from the first sentence. This short story —related article is a stub. Could any be higher?

Brooksmith’s love is conditioned in the same way. When everything was over — it was late the same day — I knocked at jwmes door of the house of mourning as I so often had done before.


If everyone knew everything and took absolute truth to heart without subjecting it to their own personal preferences, we would all be, practically jame same person. This is a dated but effective portrait of an intellectually curious member of the serving class. All times are GMT He exists within the salon, but ever on the henyr, as a consummate observer hence the narrator’s gloss about the only time he saw Brooksmith approach anger. There were certain things Mr.