I lived from 1875-1940.
I was from Scotland, and am in the English category.
John Buchan (1st Baron of Tweedsmuir) was born in Perth, Scotland in 1874 and was the oldest son of Rev. John Buchan and Helen Buchan. He studied at the University of Glasgow and Brasenose College, Oxford.
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He was a Scottish diplomat, barrister, journalist, historian, poet and novelist. He wrote adventure novels, short-story collections and biographies. His passion for the Scottish countryside is reflected in much of his writing. Buchan's adventure stories are high in romance and are peopled by a large cast of characters. Alfred Hitchcock adapted his most famous book The Thirty-Nine Steps for screen.
In the spring of 1915, Buchan agreed to become one of the journalists reporting for the British Army. He was given responsibility for providing articles for The Times and the Daily News. In June 1916, Buchan was recruited by the British Army to draft communications for Sir Douglas Haig and other members of the headquarters staff. He was given the rank of Second Lieutenant in the Intelligence Corps and was also provided with the documents needed to write the Nelson's History of the War.
After the war Buchan continued to write successful adventures stories such as Huntingtower (1922), The Three Hostages (1924) and Witch Wood (1927). He also became involved in politics and in 1927 was elected Conservative MP for the Scottish Universities. John Buchan died on 12th February, 1940.
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