Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself

By Robert Montgomery Bird

Book Overview

"Sheppard Lee, Vol. II of 2: Written by Himself" by Robert Montgomery Bird offers a darkly humorous journey into the bizarre. This 19th-century American fiction explores themes of identity and existence through a satirical lens. Delve into a world where the boundaries of self blur in a story touching on the supernatural, hinting at ghosts and the unsettling idea of the doppelganger.

A classic of American literature, this volume continues the strange tale of Sheppard Lee, presenting a gothic-tinged narrative of body swapping and mistaken identity. Rediscover this unique voice from the past, a master of historical fiction who infuses his work with wry wit and unsettling strangeness. Perfect for readers interested in historical fiction, gothic tales, and a touch of the absurd, this meticulously prepared print edition invites you to experience Robert Montgomery Bird's singular vision.

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• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1023264161
• ISBN13: 9781023264167
• Release Date: March 2025
• Publisher: Anson Street Press
• Length: 236 Pages
• Weight: 0.74 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.5" x 6.1" x 9.2"

Customer Reviews

A delightful American masterpiece

I spent four days reading and enjoying this wonderful novel, and spent another four days reading about it in the pages of Google Books. I found that this unsigned review captures everything I loved about the book. It appeared in the September, 1836 issue of "The Knickerbocker: Or New York Monthly Magazine." ******* OF all the native productions of the season, commend us to Sheppard Lee. We must however initiate the reader into the proper manner of perusing the work, before adverting more particularly to its qualities. The various 'books' which it contains should be read at short intervals; the volumes should be closed at the termination of each metamorphose of the author, as the curtain falls upon the different scenes of a drama; in this wise, the reader may enjoy in parcels a delicious bundle of all sorts of clever intellectual wares. The writer wins at once upon our regard, by the choice requisites of truth and freshness, and a plain unvarnished delivery of what he has to say. The separate characters which he assumes are each a picture, drawn to the life, and some of them, without doubt, from life. He gives the reins to an exuberant fancy, but is not so profusely inventive as to distract attention or curiosity. His humor is capital, and always naturally displayed, and his satire bites shrewdly, without any appearance of ill nature or malignity, which too often accompany sarcasm. [The Reviewer then quotes extensively from Sheppard Lee's life as a politician; reviews of the time often contained dozens of pages of the books being reviewed.] On throwing off his first existence, Lee becomes a rich brewer of Philadelphia: but although he has suddenly risen from poverty to affluence, he is not without his troubles. For example, [and again the book is extensively quoted; this is a small section that gives the modern reader a flavor of the whole book]: "You see, gentlemen -- (I'll take another glass of that port, Mr. Doolittle) -- you see what we must all come to! This is one of the small penalties one must pay for being a gentleman; when one dances, one must pay the piper. Now would my friend Hig- ginson there give a whole year of his best brewing, that all the pale ale and purple port that have passed his lips had been nothing better than elder-wine and bonny-clabber. But never mind, my dear sir,' said the son of AEsculapins, with a coolness that shocked me; 'as long as it's only in your foot, it's a small matter.' " 'A small matter !' -- I grinned at him ; but the unfeeling wretch only repeated his words -- 'A small matter!' " I had never been sick before in my life. As John H. Higglnson, my worst complaints had been only an occasional surfeit, or a moderate attack of booziness; and as Shep- pard Lee, I had never known any disease except laziness, which, being chronic, I had grown so accustomed to that it never troubled me. But now, ah, now! my first step into the world of enjoyment was to be made on red-hot ploughshares and pokers; my