The Art of Fiction
in The New York Times (New York, NY, USA) (Aug 13, 1904): (Page imagery not yet available)
- Collected as Preface to "The Nigger of the 'Narcissus'" in The Nigger of the "Narcissus" (1897)
- First serialized as Author's Note in The New Review (London, UK) (Dec 1897)
- Subsequently extracted as His Literary Creed in The San Francisco Call (San Francisco, CA, USA) (Aug 21, 1904)
- Subsequently extracted as Preface to The Nigger of the "Narcissus" in The Manitoba Free Press (Winnipeg, Canada) (Sep 3, 1904)
- Subsequently serialized as Joseph Conrad's Literary Creed in The San José Mercury News (San José, CA, USA) (Sep 4, 1904)
- Subsequently serialized as Joseph Conrad's Literary Creed in The Atlanta Constitution (Atlanta, GA, USA) (Sep 11, 1904)
- Subsequently serialized in The Evening News (Glasgow, UK) (Mar 13, 1905)
- Subsequently serialized in Harper's Weekly (New York, NY, USA) (May 13, 1905)
- Subsequently serialized in The Literary Digest (New York, NY, USA) (May 27, 1905)
- Subsequently serialized in The Editor; the Journal of Information for Literary Workers (New York, NY, USA) (Jul 1905)
- Subsequently extracted as Fiction as an Art in The Lewiston Evening Journal (Lewiston, ME, USA) (Jul 18, 1905)
- Subsequently extracted as Preface to "The Nigger of The Narcissus" in Waterloo Evening Courier (Waterloo, IA, USA) (Aug 24, 1928)
- Subsequently extracted as The Task of the Artist in Carnegie Magazine (Pittsburgh, PA, USA) (Jan 1959)
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p.13. Short paragraph reads: "Speaking recently of his 'literary creed,' Joseph Conrad, author of 'Lord Jim,' 'Youth,' 'Typhoon,' &c., said: 'My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel--it is, before all, to make you see. That--and no more, and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find there, according to your deserts, encouragement, consolation, fear, charm--all you demand; and, perhaps, also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask.'"