· Title: Maurice Guest Author: Henry Handel Richardson Series: The Australian Classics Library Publisher: Sydney University Press, , in association with CAL AustLit. ISBN: Review copy courtesy of Sydney University Press. Availability update:Estimated Reading Time: 10 mins. She published her first novel, Maurice Guest, in , taking the pen name of Henry Handel Richardson (which she used for all of her books). Richardson made her only journey back to Australia in to complete her research for the trilogy that would become The Fortunes of Richard Mahony. This is the first book written by Henry Handel Richardson that I’ve ever read. And I absolutely loved it. The plot describes the life of Maurice Guest, a music piano student who lived and studied in Leipzig in the end of the 19th century. This book is about obsession, jealousy and friendship/5.
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Maurice Guest () is the debut novel by Australian writer Henry Handel Richardson. Maurice Guest, who had come out among the first, lingered to watch a scene that was new to him, of which he was as yet an onlooker only. Here and there came a member of the orchestra; with violin-case or black-swathed wind-instrument in hand, he deftly threaded his way through the throng, bestowing, as he went, a hasty nod of greeting upon a colleague, a sweep of the hat on an obsequious pupil. Maurice Guest followed them. It was a blowy day in early spring. Round white masses of cloud moved lightly across a deep blue sky, and the trees, still thin and naked, bent their heads and shook their branches, as if to elude the gambols of a boisterous playfellow. The sun shone vividly, with restored power, and though the clouds sometimes.
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