“ Meldrum and the gleam of France had not found at Folkestone my old resources and pastimes. Mrs. Meldrum, much edified by my report of the performances, as she called them, in my studio, had told me that to her knowledge Flora would soon be on the straw: she had cut from her capital such fine fat slices that there was almost nothing more left to swallow. Perched on her breezy cliff the good lady dazzled me as usual by her universal light: she knew so much more about everything and everybody than I could ever squeeze out of my colour-tubes. ”
Meldrum
Definition and stakes
The literary concept of "Meldrum" emerges as a multifaceted name or character explored by authors from the late 19th to early 20th centuries. Henry James, in works like Glasses and Embarrassments, portrays Meldrum as a figure entangled in social dynamics and emotional complexities, reflecting psychological depth.
Conversely, authors such as William MacLeod Raine and contributors to Weird Tales depict Meldrum in more visceral, action-driven contexts, blending suspense with supernatural elements. These varied portrayals underscore the theme’s adaptability, spanning from refined social critique to pulp fiction’s dramatic intensity, revealing a spectrum of human experience through divergent narrative perspectives.
Quotes about “Meldrum”
Henry James, Embarrassments (1897)
“ Meldrum, whose sense of proportion was not the least of her merits, had no idea of boring the world with the ups and downs of her pensioner. The poor girl grew dusky and dim, a small fitful memory, a regret tempered by the comfortable consciousness of how kind Mrs. Meldrum would always be to her. I was professionally more preoccupied than I had ever been, and I had swarms of pretty faces in my eyes and a chorus of high voices in my ears. ”
Henry James, Embarrassments (1897)
“ Flora plain and obscure and soundless was no Flora at all. At Mrs. Meldrum's door she turned off with the observation that as there was certainly a great deal I should have to say to our friend she had better not go in with me. I looked at her again—I had been keeping my eyes away from her—but only to meet her magnified stare. I greatly desired in truth to see Mrs. Meldrum alone, but there was something so pitiful in the girl's predicament that I hesitated to fall in with this idea of dropping her. Yet one couldn't express a compassion without seeming to take too much wretchedness for granted. ”
