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JUNE 20, 2011 5:38PM

The Teller of Tales

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Robert Louis Stevenson 

Robert Louis Stevenson

(image from Wikipedia)

 

In 44 years, Robert Louis Stevenson crammed a rich and full lifetime.

Born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson in Edinburgh, Scotland, in 1850, the only child of Thomas Stevenson and Margaret Balfour.  At the age of 18, he changed his name to Robert Louis Stevenson.  Who knows why? Perhaps it was just because he could.

Lighthouses were to figure prominently in Stevenson's life but they were not at times the guiding light that could be imagined. His father, grandfather and great grandfather were all renowned lighthouse designers and engineers.  From them he inherited a love of travel and adventure on both the open road and the open sea.  He did not, however, inherit their love for engineering.

From his mother he inherited weak lungs (later thought to be tuberculosis) and often succumbed to ill health during the cold, damp winter months of Scotland.  Absent from school for long periods, private tutors were brought to his home and a nurse would spend long hours by his bedside reading from the Bible.  He would refer to these times of confinement in his bed as “the land of the counterpane”. 

Lewis Balfour, his maternal grandfather, was a professor of moral philosophy and a minister.  It was in his house that Stevenson spent a good deal of his childhood holidays.  Stevenson wrote,

"Now I often wonder what I inherited from this old minister. I must suppose, indeed, that he was fond of preaching sermons, and so am I, though I never heard it maintained that either of us loved to hear them."

Although late to learn to read at around seven years of age, Stevenson, soon discovered a love for writing stories.  His father was proud of his son's interest in writing as he himself had also enjoyed writing as a child; at least until his father had told him to stop wasting time on nonsense.

At the age of 17, he began studying engineering at the University of Edinburgh.  But from the outset he had no enthusiasm for the world of engineering.  He avoided lectures and found only the social aspects of university of any interest.

Each vacation, Stevenson would travel with his father to tour engineering works.  He enjoyed the travel, of course not for the engineering aspect, but for the material that travelling would give him for his writing; wonderful stories about the coast and islands which they visited would fill his head. 

In 1871, at the age of 21, Stevenson finally found the courage to tell his father that he would not be following him into the family business; that he wished to pursue a career in writing.  His father, although bitterly disappointed, was resigned to his son’s decision but thought it would be very wise for him to finish a law degree.  Stevenson agreed and four years later he passed the examinations for admission to the bar. 

Later, Stevenson was to reflect on turning away from the family business.  In his poetry collection Underwoods (1887) he wrote:

Say not of me that weakly I declined
The labours of my sires, and fled the sea,
The towers we founded and the lamps we lit,
To play at home with paper like a child.
But rather say: In the afternoon of time
A strenuous family dusted from its hands
The sand of granite, and beholding far
Along the sounding coast its pyramids
And tall memorials catch the dying sun,
Smiled well content, and to this childish task
Around the fire addressed its evening hours.

Stevenson now put his energy into travel and writing; all the while searching for somewhere to live that would improve his health.

A canoe expedition in Belgium and France provided the basis of his first real book, An Inland Voyage while other journeys were described in Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes. A swag of articles and essays also apeared in various magazines. 

All the while it seemed to his parents he was wasting his time, but in reality he was constantly broadening his knowledge of life and studying to perfect his style of writing.  He was emerging as "a man of letters".

In Paris in 1876, Stevenson met and fell in love with Fanny Osbourne but within a few short months she had to return home to California. On learning that she was sick and, against the advice of friends and without telling his parents, he set out to follow her.  He travelled steerage on the ship to both save money and also to heighten his adventure and learn how others travelled. From New York City he travelled overland by train to California. The journey later recounted in  The Amateur Emigrant  and Across the Plains. The journey took its toll on Stevenson and his health deteriorated so much so that he was near death when he arrived in Monterey.  After being cared for by some ranchers, his health had returned enough by late 1879 and he was able to continue his journey to San Francisco.   But ill-health was to find him again very soon after battling to support himself through his writing and living on just 45 cents a day.  By the end of winter, he was once more very close to death.

By now Fanny had recovered from her own illness and she was also now officially divorced from her husband.  She came to nurse Stevenson back to good health and Stevenson’s father, when he heard of his son’s bad health, cabled him money to help him through.

Stevenson married Fanny in May 1880 and with his new wife and her son they spent a summer honeymoon in the Napa Valley at an abandoned mining camp; an experience that lead to the publication of The Silverado Squatters. A few months later he and his new family sailed from New York to Great Britain where Fanny quickly endeared herself to his parents and managed to patch things up between father and son.

The next seven years were spent searching for a place to live where his health would improve.  They spent summers between Scotland and England; and  winters in France.  It was in France that he was most happy for a time and wrote,

"I have so many things to make life sweet for me, it seems a pity I cannot have that other one thing - health. But though you will be angry to hear it, I believe, for myself at least, that is best. I believed it all through my worst days, and I am not ashamed to profess it now."

Optimism kept him going through his illness and he continued to write.  It was during this period  that he wrote some of his best known work.

The idea for his first novel, Treasure Island, came when he was drawing a treasure map with his 12-year-old stepson.  The novel was published in 1883.  The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde followed three years later.  That same year, Kidnapped, was also published.  He also produced two volumes of verse, A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods.  At the age of 36 his literary career was well and truly established.

After his father's death in 1887, Stevenson felt free to follow the advice of his doctor and seek a complete change of climate.  He intended to move his mother and family to Colorado but when they arrived in New York, they decided to spend the bitterly cold winter at Saranac Lake where he wrote some of his best essays, including Pulvis et Umbra. It was here that he began The Master of Ballantrae, and also planned a cruise to the southern Pacific Ocean for the following summer.

"The proudest moments of my life," he wrote, "have been passed in the stern-sheets of a boat with that romantic garment over my shoulders."

He set off with his family for the South Pacific in June 1888 in a chartered yacht that "ploughed her path of snow across the empty deep, far from any hand of help".

With the thrill of adventure and the fresh, sea air, Stevenson's health seemed restored.  During the next three years, he visited many island groups including Tahiti and Samoa; and spent an extended time in the Hawaiian Islands where he became a good friend of King David Kalakaua. He also became very good friends with the king's niece, Princess Victoria Kaiulani, also of Scottish heritage.

During this period he completed The Master of Ballantrae, composed two ballads based on the legends of the islanders, and wrote The Bottle Imp. The experience of these years is preserved in his various letters and In The South Seas.

His health improved markedly in the warmer climate and in 1890 he purchased 400 acres in Upolu, one of the islands of Samoa. He named the estate, Vailima (Five Rivers).   He worked hard on the estate, clearing his land, building his house and all the while continuing to write.  He also helped the Samoans.  They would consult Stevenson for advice and his influence grew strong among the islanders.  He became involved in the politics of the island and respect for him grew even stronger.

Villa Vailima 

Villa Vailima - Samoa

Stevenson was friendly with some of the politicians and their families.  The daughter of the American Land Commissioner, Henry Clay Ide, had a birthday on Christmas Day and because her family didn’t celebrate it, he formally gave her his birthday, by deed of gift.  A strong bond followed between the Stevenson and Ide families.

His sick bed in Villa Vailima 

Stevenson's sick bed in Villa Vailima

 

Through all of this, Stevenson continued to find time for his writing and wrote many novels on the South Seas and adopted the Samoan name of Tusitala … the Teller of Tales.

 

Sitting area 

 

Dining table 

In 1894 Stevenson suffered a bout of depression and worried that he might again become helpless with illness.  He rebelled against this idea: “I wish to die in my boots; no more Land of Counterpane for me. To be drowned, to be shot, to be thrown from a horse – ay, to be hanged, rather than pass again through that slow dissolution.”  He then quickly found his energy again and began writing, Weir of Hermiston, which many consider his best novel, even though it was not finished …

“It’s so good that it frightens me,” he is said to have exclaimed. “sick and well, I have had splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little ... take it all over, damnation and all, would hardly change with any man of my time.”

Piano - Villa Vailima 

Robert Louis Stevenson died on the evening of 3 December 1894. That morning he had worked hard on his novel, Weir of Hermiston, and during the evening, when chatting with his wife and straining to open a bottle of wine, he suddenly exclaimed, “What’s that!” and then asked his wife, “Does my face look strange?”  It was then that he collapsed beside her and died a few hours later.

Robert Louis Stevenson, Tusitala, was carried several very steep miles to the top of Mount Vaea on the shoulders of the Samoans.  His tomb is perched high above his home and overlooks the sea, facing towards his beloved Scotland.  He was buried in his boots.  His tomb was inscribed with his Requiem

(Reading by Kate)  

 

The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson

Travel

• Essays of Travel
• An Inland Voyage [1878]
• Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes [1879]
• The Amateur Emigrant [1879]
• Across the Plains [1879]
• The Old Pacific Capital [1880]
• The Silverado Squatters [1883]
• The Sea Fogs
• A Footnote to History: Eight Years of Trouble in Samoa [1892]
• In the South Seas [1896]

Romances

• Treasure Island [1882]
• Prince Otto [1885]
• Kidnapped [1886]
• Catriona [1892]
• The Master of Ballantrae [1888]
• The Black Arrow [1888]
• St Ives [1894]
• Weir of Hermiston [1896]

Tales and Fantasies

• A Lodging for the Night : a story of Francis Villon [1877]
• The Sire de Maletroit's Door [1877]
• New Arabian Nights [1878]
• Providence and the Guitar [1878]
• The Story of a Lie [1879]
• The Pavilion on the Links [1880]
• The Dynamiter (in collaboration with Fanny Van de Grift Stevenson) [1883]
• The Merry Men [1882]
• Will O' the Mill [1887]
• Markheim [1885]
• Thrawn Janet [1887]
• Olalla [1887]
• The Treasure of Franchard [1887]
• The Body-Snatcher [1885]
• The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde [1886]
• The Misadventures of John Nicholson [1887]
• The Wrong Box (written with Lloyd Osbourne) [1889]
• Fables [1896]

South Seas Tales

• Island Nights' Entertainment [1891-3]
• The Wrecker (written with with Lloyd Osbourne) [1892]
• The Ebb-Tide (written with Lloyd Osbourne) [1894]

Poetry

• Ballads
• A Child's Garden of Verses
• Songs of Travel and other verses
• New Poems
• Moral Emblems
• Underwoods [1887]
• A Lowden Sabbath Morn
• Prayers Written at Vailima

Essays, Letters

• Collected Essays
• The Art of Writing
• Familiar Studies of Men & Books
• The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson
• Vailima Letters
• Virginibus Puerisque [1881]
• Edinburgh Picturesque Notes
• Memories and Portraits [1887]
• Memoir of Fleeming Jenkin [1887]
• Lay Morals and other papers [1911]

 

 

Images by Kate except where noted

References:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Louis_Stevenson

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On a recent trip I had the chance to visit Villa Vailima on Apia, Western Samoa. What a wonderful place ... it felt so magical to be there. How lucky I am.
Most enjoyable, read it twice.
Grand. One of my favorite authors. I use to read Treasure Island and Kidnapped to my children at night. Thank you for this.
Rated.
TheBadScot: Twice! Wow! Thank you!

Scylla: He is pretty awesome! On visiting his home and in writing this post, I've discovered his poetry. A joy to read.
Oh Kate; This was just wonderful! I wish I had been there.
Quite a handsome dude was he not?
rated with hugs
44 years and so much writing and so many travels, wow, this was a trip esp for someone, yo, who knew little about him. Yes, he looks contemporary and this was surely well researched and well-done.

One question: Is there still an Island called Samoa? r
Linda: A handsome dude? Hmmm ... I hadn't thought about that! I think perhaps he does have something a little intriguing going on!! ; )
Wendy: Welcome and thank you so much! Samoa is a cluster of island, an archipelago. Quite some time ago, the Samoan Islands were divided by Western powers, into American Samoa and Western Samoa. I think there are approximately 10 islands in Western Samoa; and six in American Samoa. Robert Louis Stevenson's home was on Upolu (the capital is Apia), in Western Samoa.
OMg next time I will join you if I can afford to. Cheers and yes indeed
Stevenson was awesome and very prolifique.
Algis: Smiling here, Algis. I can only hope there would be a next time for me but I have been lucky to go once, so I hope more that one day you and all my friends here might be able to take a trip to the South Pacific. Cheers, Algis!!
What a wonderful post. This should be on the cover!
scanner: Smiling here. Thank you so very much.
And how lucky are we... What a stellar post, beaming with lots of information, beautiful photos, and links to the works of such an accomplished writer. This is definitely what should be on the cover - as should have been many previous of your travel ones. Thank you, Kate. Rated with much appreciation. ♥
Fusun: Thank you so very much. You are so kind to me. With love and much appreciation for you, dear friend.
What an amazing history lesson. I did not know any of this about
Stevenson, very well researched and written post.
rated with love
yeah, he old ok dude. another late bloomer.

jekyll & hide good damn metaphor for ManUnkind,
until whoever invented the Hulk,
whose works i read early in life.

jekyll simply a faust ripoff or spin or updating.

faust is the man, man.

goethe is the boy.
Romantic Poetess: I'm glad you enjoyed reading and learning of him. I've learnt a lot too since visiting his home.
James: Honestly, I'm not too familiar with Goethe nor his Faust. Hopefully, I'll try to find time somewhere along the line to read. But thank you so very much for reading this. I do appreciate it.
What a wonderful story about a great writer. I had no idea of his personal life and this was great to learn about it. He accomplished so much in his short time on earth.
Sheila: Thank you so much for reading. I learnt a heck of a lot about him in the few weeks since visiting his home. Can you believe he was also an amateur composer??!!!
I am at a loss to explain why I had not found you before. A person with an interest in things of substance. This was wonderfully well done.
Brassawe: Thank you for your kind words. Hopefully, we're never to old to stay interested and learn.
RLS always seemed like such a paradox of a writer! Such powerful writing on such a sickly frame!!!
I was not aware he moved to the islands! Thanks for the lesson!!!

I agree...this is front page stuff!!!
JD: And now you know!!! Thank you, JD. Like Fusun, you are way too kind to me. A dear friend you are and my deepest and sincere appreciation.
Hi from OZ. You are incredible Kate.
Yeppers! That's me....too kind.....

Oh wait...this is a rocking write...maybe it is just that you are a damned fine writer?
No?
Ok then...too kind it is!!! : )

You goob!
Trig: Hi there! Incredible??? Gosh ... Fair dinkum I'm gonna start blushing right now! Thank you so very much.
JD: Smiling ... THANK YOU!
This is really an incredible piece, I knew none of it and read it eagerly. I was sorry not to have more (greedy me). Your voice and the reading at the end touched me. Thank you Kate.
l'Heure Bleue: I nearly deleted my reading so it's nice to have your kind words, Bleue. Thank you, sweet lady.
I agree with TheBadScot.
You share quite a story.
I am tempted to travel.
`
I traveled alone and never regret it.
I'd travel with a older Australian today.
But, a South Sea Scot would be pleasant.
She can sing if she washes dishes or bathes.
I don't mind if She yodels while She gargles.
I have many memories of traveling all alone.
I hum the Blues when m memory is activated.
You (Kate) would be pleasant to wander with.
What a reading assignment you tempt us with.
I spent a day with Wendell Berry's `Leavings.
`
Leavings is not about travel. It's to wander.
Mr. Berry wanders into the woods alone.
He takes no pen, phone, book, ipod, etc.,
I love the memory, stimulation of sense,
Place, History - Travel Broadens People.
`
I love Both.
As I age?
Quiet.

A walk into the woods where no one can find me appeals to me more and more.
I Love both.
I'm social.
Gregarious.
Bird chorus.
Oh, my Kate.
Whoever travels with you? Lucky.
They walk with a living treasure.
I often reflect on meeting folk.
I often wonder? they angels?
I am not teasing. Stories.
Fleshly angelic beings?
I mean, respectfully,
they were messengers.
'Angelos' mean a inner
Muse sends messages.
`
You reminded me.
It's beyond words.
Beware of otters.
Possums? some.
Some is nasty.
Fools are fools.
Beware of fools.
No eat too much.
Eat lots of berries.
Read "Leavings"
Really enjoyed this, Kate--including the sound of your voice!
I was riveted by this post. You have shared so much knowledge and I gladly received it. Thank You -R-
Art: What beautiful thoughts and kind words you grace me with here, Art. You also encourage me ... encourage me to wander through 'Leavings'. And I will. I promise. This is what I love about being here on OS ... that I get to learn from wonderful teachers like you, Art.

Thank you, thank you. From the bottom of my heart ... thank you.
Pilgrim: I feel like perhaps in some small way I've repaid you some of the enjoyment you've brought to me in your posts. And that you got to hear my voice kind of makes me smile on the inside too!
Christine: I am so glad you enjoyed this, Christine. Thank you so very, very much for stopping by and for your kind words.
Kate - Like some of the others I had no idea of the personal life of Stevenson. It wasn't until I got to the part where he traveled to Tahiti and Samoa that I realized why you were writing of him. Fascinating. But my favorite part??? Was hearing your sweet voice.
trilogy: Sweet? My voice is sweet? I'll take sweet! Thank you!!! You don't know how many times I included that clip and then took it out before hitting 'publish'. In the end I thought "oh what the heck ... no-one will probably listen anyway"! Thank you for listening, dear friend.
: )
I truly enjoyed reading your story of RLS. I had not known much about his life in Samoa so was happy to learn. Thanks you for a great read.
R
Callie: I didn't know a great deal either but when I took a recent trip to the Pacific Islands and visited his home in Samoa, I wanted to learn more. I am so glad you enjoyed this. Thank you so much for reading.
Thanks so much for the heads up, Kate... I really enjoyed reading this, especially as I did not know anything of Stevenson's personal life. A wonderful story, well told. This should have been on the cover!
Older New Romantic: I'm glad you enjoyed it. And thank you so very much for reading. I really do appreciate it.