Jerome K. Jerome (1859–1927)
Author of Three Men in a Boat
About the Author
Jerome K. Jerome was born in Walsall, Staffordshire, England on May 2, 1859. He grew up in London and had to leave school at the age of 14 because of his parents' death. Afterwards, he worked as a clerk, an actor, a journalist, and a school teacher. In 1885, he published his first book On the Stage show more - and Off: The Brief Career of a Would-Be Actor. This was followed by numerous plays, books, and magazine articles including Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow, Second Thoughts of an Idle Fellow, Three Men in a Boat, and Three Men on the Bummel. He founded the weekly magazine To-Day in 1893 and edited it and a monthly magazine called The Idler until 1898. He also worked as a lecturer. During World War I, he enlisted in the French army as an ambulance driver because he was rejected for active service in his own country. He published his autobiography My Life and Times in 1926. He suffered a paralytic stroke and a cerebral hemorrhage and died on June 14, 1927. (Bowker Author Biography) show less
Series
Works by Jerome K. Jerome
Reading & Training : Jerome K. Jerome : Three men in a boat [book + sound recording] (2002) — Writer — 14 copies
Anthony John 5 copies
Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing Of The Dog) (Longmans' Simplified English Series) (1948) 4 copies
Robina in Search of a Husband 3 copies
Barbara: A Play in One Act 3 copies
Three Men in a Boat | Three Men on the Bummel | Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow: The best of Jerome K. Jerome (2013) 3 copies
Трое в лодке и другие произведения 2 copies
Pagine umoristiche 2 copies
Трима души в една лодка 1 copy
Divagaciones sobre los bebés 1 copy
Sketches in Lavender, Blue and Green (Mint Editions (Short Story Collections and Anthologies)) 1 copy
The Clementine Vulgate 1 copy
Tommy & Co. 1 copy
Tea Table Talk 1 copy
Paul Kelver 1 copy
Three Men on Wheels 1 copy
أفكار تافهة لرجل كسول 1 copy
A Pathetic Story 1 copy
The Idler Magazine 1892-3 1 copy
Избранные произведения в 2 томах. Т.2. Рассказы. (Selected works in two volumes, Vol.2, Stories) 1 copy
On Being Idle 1 copy
Roman-Studien 1 copy
Storia di un romanzo 1 copy
Jerome K. Jerome Collection, Vol 1: Three Men in a Boat, Three Men on the Bummel, Tea-Table Talk (2018) 1 copy
Idle Thoughts on Ireland — Author — 1 copy
Sunset 1 copy
The Snake 1 copy
The Woman of the Sæter 1 copy
Tre mñ i en bt̄ 1 copy
The Collected Works of Jerome Klapka Jerome: The Complete Works PergamonMedia (Highlights of World Literature) (2015) 1 copy
Should Women be Beautiful? 1 copy
Associated Works
Alfred Hitchcock Presents : Stories They Wouldn't Let Me Do on TV (1957) — Contributor — 180 copies, 7 reviews
Famous Fantastic Mysteries: 30 Great Tales of Fantasy and Horror from the Classic Pulp Magazines Famous Fantastic Mysteries & Fantastic Novels (1991) — Contributor — 67 copies, 1 review
Deadly Dolls: Midnight Tales of Uncanny Playthings: 50 (British Library Tales of the Weird) (2024) — Contributor — 33 copies, 1 review
Scientific Romance: An International Anthology of Pioneering Science Fiction (2016) — Contributor — 20 copies, 2 reviews
Stories in the Dark: Tales of Terror by Jerome K. Jerome, Robert Barr, and Barry Pain (1989) — Contributor — 15 copies, 1 review
The Afterlife of Frankenstein: A Century of Mad Science, Automata, and Monsters Inspired by Mary Shelley, 1818-1918 (Clockwork Editions) (2023) — Contributor — 13 copies
The Second Christmas Megapack: 29 Modern and Classic Christmas Stories (2012) — Contributor — 3 copies
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- Canonical name
- Jerome, Jerome K.
- Legal name
- Jerome, Jerome Clapp (birth)
- Other names
- Jerome, Jerome Klapka
- Birthdate
- 1859-05-02
- Date of death
- 1927-06-14
- Gender
- male
- Education
- Philological School in Lisson Grove
- Occupations
- novelist
humorist
playwright
actor
teacher
railway worker (show all 9)
clerk
journalist
ambulance driver (WWI) - Organizations
- London and North Western Railway
- Relationships
- Barr, Robert (co-editor of The Idler)
- Short biography
- Jerome Klapka Jerome (2 May 1859 – 14 June 1927) was an English writer and humourist, best known for the comic travelogue Three Men in a Boat (1889).
Other works include the essay collections Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow (1886) and Second Thoughts of an Idle Fellow; Three Men on the Bummel, a sequel to Three Men in a Boat, and several other novels.
Jerome was born in Caldmore, Walsall, England. He was the fourth child of Marguerite Jones and Jerome Clapp (who later renamed himself Jerome Clapp Jerome), an ironmonger and lay preacher who dabbled in architecture. He had two sisters, Paulina and Blandina, and one brother, Milton, who died at an early age. Jerome was registered as Jerome Clapp Jerome, like his father's amended name, and the Klapka appears to be a later variation (after the exiled Hungarian general György Klapka). The family fell into poverty owing to bad investments in the local mining industry, and debt collectors visited often, an experience that Jerome described vividly in his autobiography My Life and Times (1926).[3]
The young Jerome attended St Marylebone Grammar School. He wished to go into politics or be a man of letters, but the death of his father when Jerome was 13 and of his mother when he was 15 forced him to quit his studies and find work to support himself. He was employed at the London and North Western Railway, initially collecting coal that fell along the railway, and he remained there for four years. - Cause of death
- cerebral hemorrhage
- Nationality
- UK
- Birthplace
- Caldmore, Walsall, England, UK
- Places of residence
- Walsall, Staffordshire, England, UK
Stourbridge, Worcestershire, England, UK
London, England, UK (Poplar ∙ East End)
Northampton, Northhamptonshire, England - Place of death
- Northampton, East Midlands, England, UK
- Burial location
- St Mary's Church, Ewelme, Oxfordshire, England, UK (ashes)
- Map Location
- England, UK
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Se leggete questo divertentissimo libro scritto oltre un secolo fa, ritrovate certi riti o rituali ancora vivi ed in voga oggi anche tra noi provinciali. Una donna di mondo, un poeta minore, la giovane speranza, il filosofo e la vecchia signorina, fanno venire alla mente anche il professore che fa anche il giornalista, il preside in pensione, il politico trombato rimasto aspirante, soggetti che conversano amabilmente col narratore davanti ad una tazza di tè.
Una consuetudine tanto "british" show more quanto italiana, locale e provinciale. L'ambiente descritto dal geniale scrittore inglese Jerome Klapka Jerome si mescola con quello nostrano, si travalica la cognizione di spazio e tempo. Entriamo in una libreria dove, tra austeri scaffali di libri, intorno ad un tavolo si ritrovano e si fanno riprendere dalla telecamera (a dire il vero sarà un semplice cellulare a fare una video clip, al resto ci penserà, dopo qualcuno a metterla in rete su YouTube) l'autore che si autocompiace di assistere amabilmente a quello che gli amici stanno per dire sul suo libro appena uscito. Una sintesi socio-geo-politica degli ultimi decenni durante i quali il prof scrive di se stesso e della sua azione politico culturale, la sua presenza sul territorio. Sono lì convenuti non tanto e non solo per parlarsi addosso, ma sopratutto per parlare addosso a lui che li ha invitati.
A dire il vero, il tè non si vede ma si può immaginare la sua presenza. Non vi è un vero filo logico che leghi gli argomenti, tra i più disparati. I temi si inanellano l’uno nell’altro attraverso gustosi aneddoti e opinioni divergenti. Protagonista assoluta è la conversazione, i pareri espressi sono argomentati ciascuno secondo il proprio stile. I personaggi, abbastanza eccentrici, non hanno nome e si definiscono con il loro status sociale. Spesso sembrano parlare ognuno per proprio conto, senza volersi effettivamente confrontare e relazionare.
Non è questo forse quello che accade nella realtà? Jerome Klapka Jerome lo sa e sa anche come far scorrere la sua narrazione. È, evidentemente, una caratteristica che travalica le epoche e accomuna le persone nella poca disponibilità ad ascoltare e a parlare davvero con l’altro, preferendo il parlarsi addosso, ognuno perso dietro se stesso in un delirio di autoreferenzialità e sostanziale incomunicabilità.
Per questa attualità, oltre che per l’umorismo brillante tipicamente inglese, lo stile semplice ma arguto, l’eleganza delle battute caustiche sui costumi e le situazioni quotidiane, questo piccolo romanzo merita di essere letto, magari degustando proprio “an english tea”. Magari poi rivedendo il tutto sulla clip di YouTube. show less
Una consuetudine tanto "british" show more quanto italiana, locale e provinciale. L'ambiente descritto dal geniale scrittore inglese Jerome Klapka Jerome si mescola con quello nostrano, si travalica la cognizione di spazio e tempo. Entriamo in una libreria dove, tra austeri scaffali di libri, intorno ad un tavolo si ritrovano e si fanno riprendere dalla telecamera (a dire il vero sarà un semplice cellulare a fare una video clip, al resto ci penserà, dopo qualcuno a metterla in rete su YouTube) l'autore che si autocompiace di assistere amabilmente a quello che gli amici stanno per dire sul suo libro appena uscito. Una sintesi socio-geo-politica degli ultimi decenni durante i quali il prof scrive di se stesso e della sua azione politico culturale, la sua presenza sul territorio. Sono lì convenuti non tanto e non solo per parlarsi addosso, ma sopratutto per parlare addosso a lui che li ha invitati.
A dire il vero, il tè non si vede ma si può immaginare la sua presenza. Non vi è un vero filo logico che leghi gli argomenti, tra i più disparati. I temi si inanellano l’uno nell’altro attraverso gustosi aneddoti e opinioni divergenti. Protagonista assoluta è la conversazione, i pareri espressi sono argomentati ciascuno secondo il proprio stile. I personaggi, abbastanza eccentrici, non hanno nome e si definiscono con il loro status sociale. Spesso sembrano parlare ognuno per proprio conto, senza volersi effettivamente confrontare e relazionare.
Non è questo forse quello che accade nella realtà? Jerome Klapka Jerome lo sa e sa anche come far scorrere la sua narrazione. È, evidentemente, una caratteristica che travalica le epoche e accomuna le persone nella poca disponibilità ad ascoltare e a parlare davvero con l’altro, preferendo il parlarsi addosso, ognuno perso dietro se stesso in un delirio di autoreferenzialità e sostanziale incomunicabilità.
Per questa attualità, oltre che per l’umorismo brillante tipicamente inglese, lo stile semplice ma arguto, l’eleganza delle battute caustiche sui costumi e le situazioni quotidiane, questo piccolo romanzo merita di essere letto, magari degustando proprio “an english tea”. Magari poi rivedendo il tutto sulla clip di YouTube. show less
Light, amusing and occasionally brilliantly written (I'm a sucker for alliteration). Full of digressions, each of which is just about precisely the right length.
> I do think that, of all the silly, irritating tomfoolishness by which we are plagued, this “weather-forecast” fraud is about the most aggravating. It “forecasts” precisely what happened yesterday or a the day before, and precisely the opposite of what is going to happen today. … But who wants to be foretold the weather? show more It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.
> We had just commenced the third course—the bread and jam—when a gentleman in shirtsleeves and a short pipe came along, and wanted to know if we knew that we were trespassing. We said we hadn’t given the matter sufficient consideration as yet to enable us to arrive at a definite conclusion on that point, but that, if he assured us on his word as a gentleman that we were trespassing, we would, without further hesitation, believe it. He gave us the required assurance, and we thanked him, but he still hung about, and seemed to be dissatisfied, so we asked him if there was anything further that we could do for him; and Harris, who is of a chummy disposition, offered him a bit of bread and jam.…
> It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart. You cannot give me too much work; to accumulate work has almost become a passion with me: my study is so full of it now, that there is hardly an inch of room for any more. I shall have to throw out a wing soon. And I am careful of my work, too. Why, some of the work that I have by me now has been in my possession for years and years, and there isn’t a fingermark on it.
> The river—with the sunlight flashing from its dancing wavelets, gilding gold the grey-green beech-trunks, glinting through the dark, cool wood paths, chasing shadows o’er the shallows, flinging diamonds from the mill-wheels, throwing kisses to the lilies, wantoning with the weirs’ white waters, silvering moss-grown walls and bridges, brightening every tiny townlet, making sweet each lane and meadow, lying tangled in the rushes, peeping, laughing, from each inlet, gleaming gay on many a far sail, making soft the air with glory—is a golden fairy stream.
> But the river—chill and weary, with the ceaseless raindrops falling on its brown and sluggish waters, with a sound as of a woman, weeping low in some dark chamber; while the woods, all dark and silent, shrouded in their mists of vapour, stand like ghosts upon the margin; silent ghosts with eyes reproachful, like the ghosts of evil actions, like the ghosts of friends neglected—is a spirit-haunted water through the land of vain regrets. show less
> I do think that, of all the silly, irritating tomfoolishness by which we are plagued, this “weather-forecast” fraud is about the most aggravating. It “forecasts” precisely what happened yesterday or a the day before, and precisely the opposite of what is going to happen today. … But who wants to be foretold the weather? show more It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.
> We had just commenced the third course—the bread and jam—when a gentleman in shirtsleeves and a short pipe came along, and wanted to know if we knew that we were trespassing. We said we hadn’t given the matter sufficient consideration as yet to enable us to arrive at a definite conclusion on that point, but that, if he assured us on his word as a gentleman that we were trespassing, we would, without further hesitation, believe it. He gave us the required assurance, and we thanked him, but he still hung about, and seemed to be dissatisfied, so we asked him if there was anything further that we could do for him; and Harris, who is of a chummy disposition, offered him a bit of bread and jam.…
> It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart. You cannot give me too much work; to accumulate work has almost become a passion with me: my study is so full of it now, that there is hardly an inch of room for any more. I shall have to throw out a wing soon. And I am careful of my work, too. Why, some of the work that I have by me now has been in my possession for years and years, and there isn’t a fingermark on it.
> The river—with the sunlight flashing from its dancing wavelets, gilding gold the grey-green beech-trunks, glinting through the dark, cool wood paths, chasing shadows o’er the shallows, flinging diamonds from the mill-wheels, throwing kisses to the lilies, wantoning with the weirs’ white waters, silvering moss-grown walls and bridges, brightening every tiny townlet, making sweet each lane and meadow, lying tangled in the rushes, peeping, laughing, from each inlet, gleaming gay on many a far sail, making soft the air with glory—is a golden fairy stream.
> But the river—chill and weary, with the ceaseless raindrops falling on its brown and sluggish waters, with a sound as of a woman, weeping low in some dark chamber; while the woods, all dark and silent, shrouded in their mists of vapour, stand like ghosts upon the margin; silent ghosts with eyes reproachful, like the ghosts of evil actions, like the ghosts of friends neglected—is a spirit-haunted water through the land of vain regrets. show less
I originally read this because I'm a big fan of Connie Willis and she went on and on about it, but when I actually read it, I was charmed for its own sake. :)
It's all so very droll.
Fish stories, laziness, incompetence, dishonesty, pathos and great verve stud these pages. It's an adventure for the ages! Of course, it's just three men in a boat, to say nothing of the dog.
Set in Victorian England, it captures the overblown hypochondriac feel of the age. :)
Well worth the read, and now I think show more I'm gonna hunt down takers for a first or re-read of Connie Willis' To Say Nothing of the Dog, which, I might add, might be a bit superior in every way. :) show less
It's all so very droll.
Fish stories, laziness, incompetence, dishonesty, pathos and great verve stud these pages. It's an adventure for the ages! Of course, it's just three men in a boat, to say nothing of the dog.
Set in Victorian England, it captures the overblown hypochondriac feel of the age. :)
Well worth the read, and now I think show more I'm gonna hunt down takers for a first or re-read of Connie Willis' To Say Nothing of the Dog, which, I might add, might be a bit superior in every way. :) show less
[Three Men in a Boat, To Say Nothing of the Dog!] by [[Jerome K. Jerome]] - J. and his friends Harris and George are bored, and so they decide to go on a boating vacation up the Thames. (With J.'s dog Montmorency.) They have benign but hilarious adventures and also discuss the scenery around them as they travel from London to Oxford, and its importance in English history. J. narrates with many, many tangential anecdotes about this uncle that taught him how best to pack a trunk and that show more friend who got stuck in the river without a paddle.
[Three Men on the Bummel] by [[Jerome K. Jerome]] - 10+ years later, J. and Harris need a break from married life and fatherhood so they recruit George (who is still a bachelor) and the three of them go on another vacation. This time they decide to go on a bicycle trip through the Black Forest. Not a lot of actual bicycling is done, of course, but there is no lack of excuses as to why they need to be driven somewhere instead.
These books were so hilarious; I really wish they had been on my radar earlier. The best part of the first book is, of course, the dog (whom J. talks about as if he was a person). There is an unfortunate lack of dog in the second book, but it's hilarious none the less. I enjoyed the copious commentary on Germany and Germans, and felt definite pangs of nostalgia as they traveled through Prague. J. and his friends were part of a whole new class of people at that point in history - the middle class, who had spending money but no pretensions or social obligations. Reading about them having fun (and then three pages about J's uncle trying to hang a picture, and then more about them having fun) is truly delightful. show less
[Three Men on the Bummel] by [[Jerome K. Jerome]] - 10+ years later, J. and Harris need a break from married life and fatherhood so they recruit George (who is still a bachelor) and the three of them go on another vacation. This time they decide to go on a bicycle trip through the Black Forest. Not a lot of actual bicycling is done, of course, but there is no lack of excuses as to why they need to be driven somewhere instead.
These books were so hilarious; I really wish they had been on my radar earlier. The best part of the first book is, of course, the dog (whom J. talks about as if he was a person). There is an unfortunate lack of dog in the second book, but it's hilarious none the less. I enjoyed the copious commentary on Germany and Germans, and felt definite pangs of nostalgia as they traveled through Prague. J. and his friends were part of a whole new class of people at that point in history - the middle class, who had spending money but no pretensions or social obligations. Reading about them having fun (and then three pages about J's uncle trying to hang a picture, and then more about them having fun) is truly delightful. show less
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