‘So foul a sky clears not without a storm.’ —SHAKESPEARE
‘Nostromo’ is the most anxiously meditated of the longer novels which belong to the period following upon the publication of the ‘Typhoon’ volume of short stories.
I don’t mean to say that I became then conscious of any im-pending change in my mentality and in my attitude towards the tasks of my writing life. And perhaps there was never any change, except in that mysterious, extraneous thing which has nothing to do with the theories of art; a subtle change in the nature of the inspiration; a phenomenon for which I can not in any way be held responsible. What, however, did cause me some concern was that after finishing the last story of the ‘Typhoon’ volume it seemed somehow that there was nothing more in the world to write about.
This so strangely negative but disturbing mood lasted some lit-tle time; and then, as with many of my longer stories, the first hint for ‘Nostromo’ came to me in the shape of a vagrant anecdote completely destitute of valuable details.
As a matter of fact in 1875 or ‘6, when very young, in the West Indies or rather in the Gulf of Mexico, for my contacts with land were short, few, and fleeting, I heard the story of some man who was supposed to have stolen single-handed a whole lighter-full of silver, somewhere on the Tierra Firme seaboard during the trou-bles of a revolution.
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