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<Classics to read in English _ The Truth About an Author by Arnold Bennett>
¡°The Truth About an Author¡± is a book written by Arnold Bennett in 1903 and is one of his works. This book deals with the author's life and creative process from the author's perspective. Arnold Bennett was an English novelist and essayist active in the 19th and early 20th centuries. His works mainly dealt with middle-class life and social issues.
Based on the author's experiences and observations, this book provides insight into how the author finds ideas and turns them into reality. This fascinating work is also his autobiography and a reflection on his writing life and its challenges. It provides an honest and witty glimpse into Bennett's early career and his thoughts on the creative process.

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Summary
My dealings with literature go back, I suppose, some thirty and three years. We came together thus, literature and I. It was in a kitchen at midday, and I was waiting for my dinner, hungry and clean, in a tartan frock with a pinafore over it. I had washed my own face, and dried it, and I remember that my eyes smarted with lingering soap, and my skin was drawn by the evaporation of moisture on a cold day. I held in my hand a single leaf which had escaped from a printed book. How it came into that chubby fist I cannot recall.