I lived from 1849-1909.
I was from the USA, and am in the Americas category.
Sarah Orne Jewett was born in Berwick, Maine, to an old New England family. Her father was Theodore Herman Jewett and her mother was Caroline Frances.
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Jewett grew up around books and devoured them constantly so it wasn't a wonder that she should show a propensity for writing.
As a young adult, she developed ties to a very strong female community. This circle constituted a powerful network which enabled women like Jewett to develop full-fledged careers, even amidst a conservative social environment which frowned upon proper ladies engaging in activities outside the home.
Jewett's best work was based on the Maine countryside, whose people and places she knew intimately and loved dearly throughout her entire life. Her work features the people she was most familiar with-- of the everyday world of villages and ordinary people. Jewett's work was largely forgotten and/or scorned after her rather successful lifetime
Her studies of small-town New England life are perceptive, sympathetic, and gently humorous. After contributing to periodicals, she published her first collection of stories and sketches, Deephaven, in 1877. It was followed by such collections as The King of Folly Island (1888) and her masterpiece, The Country of the Pointed Firs (1896).
Jewett never married. On Sept 3, 1902 she was in a serious carriage wreck when the horse slipped. This ended her writing career as she suffered a concussion and some damage to the neck. She had pain, dizzy spells, memory loss and lost the ability to concentrate for the seven years until she died, of unrelated causes.
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