Henry James

How Henry James Created One of the Most Enduring Ghost Stories Ever

Certain ghost stories have stood the test of time, entertaining and unsettling audiences over the course of decades or centuries. In the case of some narratives, their power doesn’t just encompass words on a page; instead, these stories have also been the basis for memorable adaptations over a host of different mediums, from stage to screen and beyond. Of these, there’s a case to be made for Henry James’s The Turn of the Screw to be the most ominous and compelling of them all.
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Read the letter that began the legendary friendship between Henry James and Edith Wharton.

On this day in 1900, Henry James sent his first letter to Edith Wharton, which kicked off a lifelong friendship and mentorship. Both authors had ties to the historic 21 Washington Place: James grew up in a now demolished building just east of Washington Square, and Wharton resided at Washington Square North for a brief period in 1882. Undoubtedly, Washington Square made a lasting impact on the two authors. James’s Washington Square was, in part, a tribute to his Greenwich Village upbringing, and Wharton’s The Age of Innocence was influenced by her short stay.
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Virtual Mount talk to examine Dickensian influences on author Henry James

Peter Witkowsky, associate professor of English and chair of the Division of Arts & Letters at Mount Saint Mary College, and Mount alumna Elizabeth Hill-Caruso, will present the next Investigating Research on Campus (iROC) talk with "Analogies or Differences: Dickensian Déjà vu in Two Tales by Henry James," on Thursday, October 21 at 4 p.m.

From hoops to Henry James, summer research returns to campus

On a recent rainy afternoon in the Viniar Athletic Center, Genesis Santana ’21 shot a series of free throws on one of the side baskets. She hit on some, missed on others. Nearby, Jonathan Marr, senior lecturer in physics and astronomy, dutifully filmed each one of Santana’s shots. When the 30-minute session is over, the student and professor retreated to the physics lab to analyze the data.
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Caldwell, Henry James

Henry James Caldwell 90 passed away April 8, 2021 in Klamath Falls, Oregon. A graveside service will be held Monday May 24, 2021 at 11:00 am at Mt. Calvary Catholic Cemetery with a reception to follow. To view full obituary please visit .

Henry James “Jim” Shaffer, Jr. (1936-2021)

Henry James “Jim” Shaffer, Jr, 84, passed away Monday, May 17, 2021, at Cedar Haven Healthcare Center in Lebanon, PA. Jim was born on September 17, 1936, in Scranton, PA. He was the son of the late Henry James Shaffer Sr and Mary V. (Messersmith) McKinney. Jim graduated from Warren Easton High School in New Orleans, Louisiana, where he played football and baseball. Upon graduation, Jim enlisted in the United States Navy serving from (1954-1957), on a submarine rescue ship during the Korean War. He was the former owner and operator of the Lafayette Hotel in Lebanon, and when he wasn’t there you could find him on a local golf course, watching football, or any sporting event on television.
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Five Ways to Read Henry James

For tens of thousands of years, human beings have been using fictional devices to shape their worlds and communicate with one another. Four thousand years ago they began writing down these stories, and a great flourishing of human achievement began. We know it today as literature, a term broad enough to encompass everything from ancient epic poetry to contemporary novels. How did literature develop? What forms has it taken? And what can we learn from engaging with these works today? Hosted by Jacke Wilson, an amateur scholar with a lifelong passion for literature, The History of Literature takes a fresh look at some of the most compelling examples of creative genius the world has ever known.
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Henry James, Mardi Gras beads and skin tags

Last Sunday evening, I was convalescing in my green leather recliner after a busy day. I was hoping the subject for this week’s column would drop into my lap. It seemed to be one of those stretches where there wasn’t anything hilariously funny happening, obviously interesting, or even scandalous to write about. I’d been thinking about being an empty-nester and the approach of my only son’s twenty-fourth birthday at the end of the month. I was thinking that being an off-duty mom coasting towards the finish line is underwhelming, to say the least. Add to it being a single senior after the lively clutter of husbands and loves in a life leaves me in a tizzy as if I am looking for the other shoe sometimes and can’t find it. It is all a bit like having a one-way blood transfusion...all going out and nothing new coming in. In many ways, life has plunked me into a “time-out.” I was ruminating about all of these cheery things and deciding on whether I would fix myself a salad or keep eating from the eternal kettle of boiled dinner that has gone into overtime in the fridge...when all of a sudden my iPhone went ding...someone had sent me a message. “Oh, maybe it’s my son wanting me to cook a birthday dinner or calling to tell me a funny story.” It was a text message from an old “friend.” She was more of a friend of another friend, who isn’t even my friend anymore because I think she decided along the way that my occasional over-serving of alcohol to myself, and the subsequent effects, were much worse than her dancing on bar tables or being hauled out of bars when her legs wouldn’t work. Well, here’s what I have to say...“That’s the spittoon calling the ashtray foul!”