The Golden Fleece by Julian Hawthorne, Fiction, Classics

Julian Hawthorne -- son of Nathaniel Hawthorne -- was not only a talented writer in his own right, but a writer who spent his entire life proving himself, over and over again. What writer born into Nathaniel Hawthorne's shadow could do otherwise? Julian not only succeeded in stepping out of his father's shadow, he succeeded magnificently. The book you hold in your hands -- The Golden Fleece, one of his finest -- shows his triumph well. Notice how fresh, how modern, the text feels, despite it age. Notice the Golden Fleece itself. "Here's an odd-looking thing. What do you call that?" "We call it the Golden Fleece." "The Golden Fleece I can imagine a Medea; but where is the Dragon?" "If Jason came, the Dragon might appear." "I remember reading somewhere that the Dragon was less to be feared than Medea's eyes. But this fleece seems to have lost most of its gold. There is only a little gold embroidery." "It shows where the gold is hidden."