Welcome to this week’s edition of Friday Mystery Author. Take a shot at identifying this passage (author and title) from a well-known novel, or just say hello in the comments.
It was his own room. There was no doubt about that. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceilings were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove, from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known… Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chesnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam.
I was put in mind of this passage by this fun thread on lists and lists in literature at Edward Tufte’s website, with citations from Evelyn Waugh, T. S. Eliot, Jorge Luis Borge, Gilbert and Sullivan, and Richard Nixon.
Last week’s edition of Friday Mystery Author is here. Thank you for coming by, and have a good weekend. I’ll post this week’s title and author on Monday.