By Joseph Conrad
A selection of Conrad's so much enduring paintings, edited by way of Pulitzer Prize finalist Michael Gorra
A nice novelist of the ocean, a poet of the tropics, a critic of empire and analyst of globalization, a harbinger of the trendy secret agent novel, an exceptional observer of the moments during which everyone is stripped in their illusions-Joseph Conrad is likely one of the maximum writers of the 20 th century. This revised variation of The transportable Conrad gains the simplest recognized and so much enduring of Conrad's works, together with The undercover agent, middle of Darkness, and The Nigger of the "Narcissus," in addition to shorter stories like "Amy Forster" and "The mystery Sharer," a range of letters, and his observations at the sinking of the Titanic.
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