I've known Stephen Crane was a sterling, profound writer, and I've read The Red Badge of Courage twice. However, this is the first time I've explored the gold encasing that crown jewel in Crane's short but curiously prolific literary career. Maggie: A Girl of the Streets is a first-rate story: It...
He flung a bottle high across two backyards at a window of the opposite tenement. It broke against the bricks of the house and the fragments fell crackling upon the stones below. The man shook his fist.1 A bare-armed woman, making an array of clothes on a line in one of the yards, glanced casuall...
The colonel came running along back of the line. There were other officers following him. “We must charge’m!” they shouted. “We must charge’m!” they cried with resentful voices, as if anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men. The youth, upon hearing the shouts, began to study the dis...
It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade. “Wilson!” “What?” His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause his expression was at that moment very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to...