A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
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Out of these acquaintances and friendships there came many stories, a rather poignant<br />
one concerning James Dwyer, an Australian who achieved considerable success as a<br />
short story writer for popular journals in America. He kept two secretaries busy with<br />
dictated material when on holidays in Sydney, where he met Brady:<br />
Dwyer had a good yarn about Jimmy Ryan .. ‘Narranghi Boori’. After<br />
things came right with James Francis Dwyer, he moved up to a luxurious flat<br />
on Broadway. His nose was in the MS one evening when a negro janitor<br />
announced a visitor. ‘What’s his name?’ asked the perspiring author, lifting<br />
one eye from his copy. ‘De gentleman gib no name, sah; but he opine dat he<br />
come from Australia, sah, an’ know you out dere.’ ‘Show him in, then’ said<br />
Dwyer. To his surprise in walked Jimmy Ryan, jauntily, with his crookhandled<br />
cane and all the dignity that accompanied him wherever he went.<br />
‘Well,’ said Dwyer, telling the tale, ‘I was knocked; I was delighted to see an<br />
old mate and at the same time stunned by the unexpected arrival.<br />
Involuntarily, as I stood up to shake hands I shouted, ‘Good God, Jimmy, how<br />
did you raise the fare?’ Ryan stopped dead, turned as red in the face as an<br />
Indian major whose coloured servant has trodden on his rheumatic foot,<br />
glared at me with indignant scorn, and hissed out… ‘That’s a damn nice<br />
welcome from one Australian to another! You’re no mate of mine, Dwyer, and<br />
you can go to hell!’ Before I recovered from the double shock Jimmy was<br />
gone. I dashed to the lift and shouted down the elevator, ‘Come back, Jim,<br />
and don’t be a fool.’ But Jimmy was gone. I had robbed myself of a good talk<br />
about Australia, which I was hungry for just then.’ 1<br />
Brady’s ability to draw a verbal portrait of his acquaintances was considerable. On<br />
the biographical details which “Grant Hervey” supplied to him, Brady wrote in part:<br />
A genius with a kink would be the best description of this striking but ill-fated<br />
personality. He was a handsome egotist with a low-set ear. His vanity<br />
overwhelmed him, forced him to seek the spotlight regardless of consequences.<br />
He wrote swinging verses full of fire and force. He was no mean orator and<br />
an engaging conversationalist…<br />
He was heavy, portentous, bearded and looked like a Syrian priest run to<br />
flesh… He had a sardonic, unscrupulous talent. 2<br />
In 1895 Brady sent a collection of his verses to England by way of his friend, Nat<br />
Gould. Gould apologised for his failure to have them published in book form in<br />
England. He wrote to Brady to the effect that Routledge’s considered poetry did not<br />
sell sufficiently well and advised him to try his hand at a novel. 3 In a further letter,<br />
Gould advised Brady 4 not to send short stories either, but had a promise from the<br />
published to look at a novel. But the offer was not followed up, and another<br />
opportunity knocked in vain. Gould discouraged Brady from going to London as<br />
conditions for aspiring writers were very difficult at that time. It is useless to surmise<br />
what effect would have ensued if Brady had had a novel successfully published at this<br />
stage of his literary career.<br />
1 Southerly No. 1, 1954, p. 53<br />
2 Brady’s Autographl Letters 1891 – 1915, in Mitchell Library.<br />
3 Brady’s Autograph Letters 1891 – 1915 in Mitchell Library<br />
4 Gould to Brady, 5.9.1895. in Mitchell Library