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Arthur George Morrison (1 November 1863 – 4 December 1945) was an English writer and journalist known for his realistic novels and stories about working-class life in London's East End, and for his detective stories, featuring the detective Martin Hewitt. He also collected Japanese art and published several works on the subject. He left a large collection of paintings and other works of art to the British Museum after his death in 1945. Morrison's best known work of fiction is his novel A Child of the Jago (1896) (font:Wikipedia)
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After a quarter of a century these, brief and searching tales of Arthur Morrison’s still keep the breath of life in them — modest but precious salvages from the high washings and roarings of the eighteen-nineties. The decade — the last of the Victorian age, as of the century — was so fecund that some Englishman has spread out its record to the proportions of a book. It was a time of youngsters, of literary rebellions, of adventures in new forms. No great three-decker sailed out of it, but what a host there was of smaller craft, rakish and impudent — the first “Jungle Book,” the “Dolly Dialogues,” “The Second Mrs. Tanqueray,” the first plays and criticisms of George Bernard Shaw, “Sherlock Holmes,” the matriculation pieces of H.G. Wells, Jerome K. Jerome, Hewlett, “Dodo” Benson, Hichens and so on, and all the best of Gissing and Wilde. Think of the novelties of one year only, 1894: “The Green Carnation,” “Salomé,” “The Prisoner of Zenda,” the “Dolly Dialogues,” Gissing’s “In the Year of Jubilee,” the first “Jungle Book,” “Arms and the Man,” “Round the Red Lamp,” and, not least, these “Tales of Mean Streets.”
In the whole lot there was no book or play, save it be Wilde’s “Salomé,” that caused more gabble than the one here printed again, nor was any destined to hold its public longer. “The Prisoner of Zenda,” chewed to bits on the stage, is now almost as dead as Baal; not even the stock companies in the oil towns set any store by it. So with “The Green Carnation,” “Round the Red Lamp,” the “Dolly Dialogues,” and even “Arms and the Man,” and, I am almost tempted to add, the “Jungle Book.” But “Tales of Mean Streets” is still on its legs. People read it, talk about it, ask for it in the bookstores; periodically it gets out of print. Well, here it is once more, and perhaps a new generation is ready for it, or the older generation — so young and full of fine enthusiasm in 1894! — will want to read it again.
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