One of the favorite novelists of my youth, born Cecil Louis Troughton Smith, better known by his pen name, C.S. Forester, was born 124 years ago, on August 27, 1899.
His best known works, the twelve-volume Horatio Hornblower series, probably aren’t all that commonly in the wheelhouse of adolescent girls, but–thanks to my dad–I loved them and remember them with the greatest fondness.
And, over time, I learned of others of his books, among them one which was made into one of the greatest movies of all time (also starring Humphrey Bogart):
It’s one of many movies I was fascinated to find–later in life–was originally presented in color. I always thought it was in black and white, because, until 1978, neither my family nor I had ever owned had a color TV, and–until not all that long ago–TV was the only vehicle for watching such old films.
So funny.
Happy birthday, C.S. Forester.
Nature, Mr. Allnutt, is what we are put in this world to rise above–Rose Sayer
Not in the book. But I forgive the poetic license in favor of the compelling truth.
