Informationen zum Autor STEPHEN LEACOCK was born in Swanmore, Hampshire, England, in 1869. His family emigrated to Canada in 1876 and settled on a farm north of Toronto. Educated at Upper Canada College and the University of Toronto, Leacock pursued graduate studies in economics at the University of Chicago, where he studied under Thorstein Veblen. Even before he completed his doctorate, Leacock accepted a position as sessional lecturer in political science and economics at McGill University. From 1908 until his retirement in 1936, he chaired the Department of Political Science and Economics. The author of nineteen books and countless articles on economics, history, and political science, Leacock turned to the writing of humour as his beloved avocation. His first collection of comic stories, Literary Lapses , appeared in 1910, and from that time until his death in 1944 he published a volume of humour almost every year. Klappentext This celebrated collection of sketches sparkles with Stephen Leacock's humour and shines with the warmth of his wit. The comical E.P., star of the title essay, "My Remarkable Uncle," is a classic Leacock character. He is president of a railway with a letterhead but no rails, and he heads a bank that boasts credit but no cash whatsoever - all of which trouble E.P. not in the least. My Remarkable Uncle, a wonderful smorgasbord of mirth served up by a master of comedy, includes several essays, a short story, a political parable, and personal reflections on a dizzying array of subjects. Here, in rich abundance, are the inspired nonsense and the unerring eye for human folly that have made Stephen Leacock Canada's most celebrated humorist. Zusammenfassung This celebrated collection of sketches sparkles with Stephen Leacock's humour and shines with the warmth of his wit. The comical E.P.! star of the title essay! My Remarkable Uncle! is a classic Leacock character. He is president of a railway with a letterhead but no rails! and he heads a bank that boasts credit but no cash whatsoever all of which trouble E.P. not in the least. My Remarkable Uncle ! a wonderful smorgasbord of mirth served up by a master of comedy! includes several essays! a short story! a political parable! and personal reflections on a dizzying array of subjects. Here! in rich abundance! are the inspired nonsense and the unerring eye for human folly that have made Stephen Leacock Canada's most celebrated humorist. Inhaltsverzeichnis SOME MEMORIES My Remarkable Uncle The Old Farm and the New Frame The Struggle to Make Us Gentlemen LITERARY STUDIES The British Soldier The Mathematics of the Lost Chord The Passing of the Kitchen Come Back to School What's in a Name? Who Canonizes the Classics? Among the Antiques SPORTING SECTION What Is a Sport? Why Do We Fish? When Fellers Go Fishing Eating Air STUDIES IN HUMOUR The Saving Grace of Humour Laughing Off Our History War and Humour MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS Christmas Rapture Christmas Shopping War- time Santa Claus War- time Christmas GOODWILL STUFF Cricket for Americans Our American Visitors A Welcome to a Visiting American Why Is the United States? The Transit of Venus Migration in English Literature Three Score and Ten Index: There Is No Index L'Envoi: A Salutation Across the Sea Afterword...

Autorentext
STEPHEN LEACOCK was born in Swanmore, Hampshire, England, in 1869. His family emigrated to Canada in 1876 and settled on a farm north of Toronto. Educated at Upper Canada College and the University of Toronto, Leacock pursued graduate studies in economics at the University of Chicago, where he studied under Thorstein Veblen. Even before he completed his doctorate, Leacock accepted a position as sessional lecturer in political science and economics at McGill University. From 1908 until his retirement in 1936, he chaired the Department of Political Science and Economics. The author of nineteen books and countless articles on economics, history, and political science, Leacock turned to the writing of humour as his beloved avocation. His first collection of comic stories, Literary Lapses, appeared in 1910, and from that time until his death in 1944 he published a volume of humour almost every year.

Klappentext

This celebrated collection of sketches sparkles with Stephen Leacock's humour and shines with the warmth of his wit.

The comical E.P., star of the title essay, "My Remarkable Uncle," is a classic Leacock character. He is president of a railway with a letterhead but no rails, and he heads a bank that boasts credit but no cash whatsoever - all of which trouble E.P. not in the least.

My Remarkable Uncle, a wonderful smorgasbord of mirth served up by a master of comedy, includes several essays, a short story, a political parable, and personal reflections on a dizzying array of subjects.

Here, in rich abundance, are the inspired nonsense and the unerring eye for human folly that have made Stephen Leacock Canada's most celebrated humorist.

Zusammenfassung
This celebrated collection of sketches sparkles with Stephen Leacock’s humour and shines with the warmth of his wit.

The comical E.P., star of the title essay, “My Remarkable Uncle,” is a classic Leacock character. He is president of a railway with a letterhead but no rails, and he heads a bank that boasts credit but no cash whatsoever – all of which trouble E.P. not in the least.

My Remarkable Uncle, a wonderful smorgasbord of mirth served up by a master of comedy, includes several essays, a short story, a political parable, and personal reflections on a dizzying array of subjects.

Here, in rich abundance, are the inspired nonsense and the unerring eye for human folly that have made Stephen Leacock Canada’s most celebrated humorist.

Leseprobe
MY REMARKABLE UNCLE
A PERSONAL DOCUMENT
 
 
The most remarkable man I have ever known in my life was my uncle Edward Philip Leacock – known to ever so many people in Winnipeg fifty or sixty years ago as E.P. His character was so exceptional that it needs nothing but plain narration. It was so exaggerated already that you couldn’t exaggerate it.
 
When I was a boy of six, my father brought us, a family flock, to settle on an Ontario farm. We lived in an isolation unknown, in these days of radio, anywhere in the world. We were thirty-five miles from a railway. There were no newspapers. Nobody came and went. There was nowhere to come and go. In the solitude of the dark winter nights the stillness was that of eternity.
 
 
Into this isolation there broke, two years later, my dynamic Uncle Edward, my father’s younger brother. He had just come from a year’s travel around the Mediterranean. He must have been about twenty-eight, but seemed a more than adult man, bronzed and self-confident, with a square beard like a Plantagenet King. His talk was of Algiers, of the African slave market; of the Golden Horn and the Pyramids. To us it sounded like the Arabian Nights. When we asked, “Uncle Edward, do you know the Prince of Wales?” he answered, “Quite intimately” – with no further explanation. It was an impressive trick he had.
 
 
In that year, 1878, there was a general election in Canada. E.P. was in it up to the neck in less than no time. He picked up the history and politics of Upper Canada in a day, and in a week knew everybody in the countryside. He spoke at every meeting, but his strong point was the personal contact of electioneering, of bar-room treats. This gave full scope for his marvellous talent for flattery and make-believe.
 
“Why, let me see” – he would say to some tattered country specimen beside him glass in hand – “surely, if your name is Framley, you must be a relation of my dear old friend General Sir Charles Framley of the Horse Artillery?” “Mebb…