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Hawthorne, Nathaniel

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Born: 1804 AD
Died: 1864 AD, at 59 years of age.

Nationality: American
Categories: Authors, Novelists, Writers

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1804 - Nathaniel Hawthorne, born on the 4th of July in Salem, Massachusetts. An American novelist and short-story writer. Descended from Puritans, he was imbued with a deep moral earnestness.

1832 - 1835 - After producing several unexceptional works, he wrote some of his greatest tales, including "My Kinsman, Major Molineux", "Roger Malvin's Burial", and "Young Goodman Brown".

1837 - 1851 - His story collections include Twice-Told Tales, Mosses from an Old Manse, and The Snow-Image.

1850 - 1851 - He is best known for the novels The Scarlet Letter, a story of adultery set in colonial New England considered to be one of the best American novels, and The House of the Seven Gables, the story of a family that lives under a curse for generations.

1852 - 1860 - His later works include The Blithedale Romance and The Marble Faun. A skilled literary craftsman and a master of allegory and symbolism, he ranks among the greatest American fiction writers.

1864 - Died on the 19th of May in Plymouth, New Hampshire.


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