Ambrose Bierce
Bierce was born in Ohio in 1842 as the tenth of 13 children. He enlisted
in the Union Army during the Civil War and fought from 1861 until 1865, rising to the rank of lieutenant. In 1871, Bierce
married Mollie Day. They had two sons and a daughter. "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" was published in 1891.
Later Bierce and Day seperated and finally divorced in 1905. Late in 1913, at age 71, Bierce stopped writing and went
to fight in Mexico, where he is thought to have died in 1914.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman was born in New England
in 1860. In 1884, she married Charles Walter Stetson. After her daughter was born, Gilman went to a sanitarium
in Philadelphia to undergo the "rest cure". "The Yellow Wall-Paper" was published in 1892. In all, she published
more than a dozen books. At the age of seventy-five, Perkins committed suicide.
Stephen Crane
Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey on November
1, 1871. He was the 14th child of a Methodist minister. At the age of eight, he started to write stories.
"The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky" was written in 1898. In 1899, Crane went to Cuba to write about the Spanish-American
War. On June 5, 1900, he died in Germany of tuberculosis.
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Kate Chopin
Chopin was born as Catherin O'Flaherty on July 12, 1850 in St. Louis, Missouri.
In June 1868, Chopin graduated from the St. Louis Academy of the Sacred Heart. Two years later, she married Oscar Chopin. He
died in 1882. In 1889, Kate began to write seriously. "The Awakening" was published in 1899. Four years
later, in 1904, Kate Chopin died of a brain hemorrhage.
Jack London
London was born in 1876. Between 1900 and 1916, he wrote over fifty books.
"To Build a Fire" was writen in 1908 . He spent 27 months traveling on his custom-built sailing ship, the Snark.
London had two children from his first marriage with Bessie Maddern and later got remarried to Charmian Kittredge.
On November 22, 1916 at the age of 40, Jack London died of gastrintestinal uremic poisoning.
"The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clearing, murmuring,
inviting the soul to wander for a spell in the abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice
of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace."
~"The Awakening" by Chopin
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