"Tim" (1891) is a delicate portrayal of a sensitive boy's devoted affection for an older boy-a very touching story of a tender and self-forgetful character. --- Howard Overing Sturgis (1855-1920) was an English writer, the author of only three novels: "All That Was Possible," "Tim," and "Belchamber." He attended Eton College, where some of the scenes in "Tim" take place. He was an intimate friend of Henry James. --- "My dearest of all Howards, I long so for news of you that nothing but this act of aggression will serve, and that even though I know (none better!) what a heavy, not to say intolerable overburdening of illness is the request that those even too afflicted to feed themselves shall feed the post with vivid accounts of themselves. But though I don't in the least imagine that you are not feeding yourself (I hope very regularly and daintily, ) this is all the same an irresistible surrender to sentiments of which you are the loved object-downright crude affection, fond interest, uncontrollable yearning. Look you, it isn't a request for anything, even though I languish in the vague-it's just a renewed "declaration"-of dispositions long, I trust familiar to you and which my uncertainty itself makes me want, for my relief, to reiterate..." (Henry James to Howard Sturgis, Sept. 2nd, 1913)
"Tim" (1891) is a delicate portrayal of a sensitive boy's devoted affection for an older boy-a very touching story of a tender and self-forgetful character. --- Howard Overing Sturgis (1855-1920) was an English writer, the author of only three novels: "All That Was Possible," "Tim," and "Belchamber." He attended Eton College, where some of the scenes in "Tim" take place. He was an intimate friend of Henry James. --- "My dearest of all Howards, I long so for news of you that nothing but this act of aggression will serve, and that even though I know (none better!) what a heavy, not to say intolerable overburdening of illness is the request that those even too afflicted to feed themselves shall feed the post with vivid accounts of themselves. But though I don't in the least imagine that you are not feeding yourself (I hope very regularly and daintily, ) this is all the same an irresistible surrender to sentiments of which you are the loved object-downright crude affection, fond interest, uncontrollable yearning. Look you, it isn't a request for anything, even though I languish in the vague-it's just a renewed "declaration"-of dispositions long, I trust familiar to you and which my uncertainty itself makes me want, for my relief, to reiterate..." (Henry James to Howard Sturgis, Sept. 2nd, 1913)
