Turn of the Screw: Parade of Books Box 11 LbNA # 33598
|Placed Date||Jul 30 2007|
|Last Update||Aug 26 2010|
Confirmed in place 9/29/07.
This is a part of the Parade of Books Letterbox Series. The clues lead from box to box. You should check the first box, Lord of the Flies, for general trail information.
Turn of the Screw – Taken from Sparknotes.com
Henry James (1843–1916), whose mastery of the psychological novel markedly influenced twentieth-century literature, was born in New York City. His famous work The Turn of the Screw is a novella originally published in 1898. James had written ghost stories before The Turn of the Screw. It was a popular form, especially in England, where, as the prologue to The Turn of the Screw suggests, gathering for the purpose of telling ghost stories was something of a Christmastide tradition. According to James’s notebooks and his preface to the 1908 edition of The Turn of the Screw, the germ of the story had been a half-remembered anecdote told to him by Edward White Benson, the archbishop of Canterbury. It was a story of small children haunted by the ghosts of a pair of servants who wish them ill.
Leaving The Scarlet Letter, return to the main trail and head in the direction of the early pioneers. Eventually you will cross another bridge (you’ve done that before in this series). Stop and enjoy the opportunity of viewing the glacial landscape. The next landmark is a paved path to your left leading into a subdivision. Continue onward to a four way intersection. Obey the signs and do not go down two of the directions. Immediately on the far side of the intersection, begin counting the brighter of a bumblebee’s colors until you reach the legal drinking age in this state. You may notice an oak tree with red paint on the right side before you reach the end of the count. Stop, face south, and look up the bank. You should see a number of mossy logs (heavy straight branches?) lying perpendicular to the path you have been following. Make your way up. The way is steep so step carefully. Try not to make a direct path. Mr. James’ novella lies under the far end of the middle log.
You know the drill, stamp up, hide well and continue to the next book.