I have no doubt of that because there could hardly have been two exploits of that peculiar kind in the same part of the world and both connected with a South American revolution. In the course of his wanderings that American sailor worked for some months on board a schooner, the master and owner of which was the thief of whom I had heard in my very young days. It was the life story of an American seaman written by himself with the assistance of a journalist. And I forgot it till twenty-six or seven years afterwards I came upon the very thing in a shabby volume picked up outside a second-hand book-shop. But I heard no details, and having no particular interest in crime qua crime I was not likely to keep that one in my mind. On the face of it this was something of a feat. This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some little time and then, as with many of my longer stories, the first hint for “Nostromo” came to me in the shape of a vagrant anecdote completely destitute of valuable details.Īs a matter of fact in 1875 or ‘6, when very young, in the West Indies or rather in the Gulf of Mexico, for my contacts with land were short, few, and fleeting, I heard the story of some man who was supposed to have stolen single-handed a whole lighter-full of silver, somewhere on the Tierra Firme seaboard during the troubles of a revolution. What, however, did cause me some concern was that after finishing the last story of the “Typhoon” volume it seemed somehow that there was nothing more in the world to write about. And perhaps there was never any change, except in that mysterious, extraneous thing which has nothing to do with the theories of art a subtle change in the nature of the inspiration a phenomenon for which I can not in any way be held responsible. I don’t mean to say that I became then conscious of any impending change in my mentality and in my attitude towards the tasks of my writing life. “_Nostromo_” is the most anxiously meditated of the longer novels which belong to the period following upon the publication of the “Typhoon” “So foul a sky clears not without a storm.” -SHAKESPEARE

Nostromo a tale of the seaboard