In 1934, aged 31, Welsh novelist Dorothy Edwards threw herself under a train. Her Wiki entry runs to a few sentences, and most of that quotes from her suicide letter. What we know about Edwards is that she was a Welsh nationalist who wrote in English, was an excellent linguist who lived for short spells in Vienna and Florence, was an accomplished singer and a pioneering Shavian, socialist and vegetarian who, on her return to Cardiff, was determined to make a living from writing.
Her short stories appeared in English and American magazines and were gathered into the magnificent collection Rhapsody in 1927, followed by the novel Winter Sonata in 1928. It was hailed by the critics as a work of genius and it brought her to the attention of David Garnett and the Bloomsbury group (there are pictures of Garnett and Edwards at Ham Spray House).
According to Elaine Morgan, Edwards behaved “as if the world of letters was a genuine republic – as if here at least the age of equality had already arrived. She was presuming a little too much,” for, tiring of her provincialism (they were particularly mocking of her dress sense), she was cast out and returned to Wales to work on another book which was, sadly, never completed.
Dan Rhodes has been championing Edwards for years, saying her short stories are “lesson[s] in how to write both well and slowly.” So, if there’s a moral to this story it would be a) the Bloomsbury group were not nice and b) you should listen to Dan Rhodes more often.
Further: Dorothy Edwards papers at University of Reading / A Shelf of One’s Own reviews Winter Sonata / Fleur Fisher on Winter Sonata / Verity’s Virago Venture on Rhapsody / ‘The Subversive Cinderella’ by Claire Flay [pdf]