Getting my paper ready for the forthcoming 'Creative Archepelagos' conference, I've come across a (clove) hitch. There's one part that totally scunners me. So I'm throwing it out there to see if anyone can come back with a suitable answer for the author alluded to in the following.
In 'Wrecked on an Island' (1893) Barrie writes: The sex question has to be faced if we are grown up. Before that, ‘away with them,’ answered it satisfactorily. Women, it is to be feared, are in the way on an island, though doubtless the best of them want to have one also. (There might be an island for women.)
A master of narration who is only second to Scott cast away a man and a woman on an island and as soon as that other boy and I heard of it we got the book, but, well, it was better than any book without an island. Yet they never sat round the watch-fire, and he would rather have kissed her (on an island, too!) than found a grove of sugar-canes, and she showed an adaptability for island work that we grudged her sex.
My question is: who is this master of narration and what is the book? Any ideas?