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Julian Hawthorne was the son of Nathaniel Hawthorne. He wrote poetry, novels, non-fiction, a series of crime novels based on the memoirs of New York's Inspector Byrnes, and edited several collections of short stories. He attended Harvard, without graduating, and later studied civil engineering.
In 1898, Julian submitted an eyewitness account of the destruction of the United States battleship, Maine off of the island of Cuba for William Randolph Hearst's New York Journal (although it has been proven that Julian was in the United States at the time of the explosion). Hawthorne's eyewitness testimony of foul play and aggression by Spain was taken as fact and helped steer the United States towards war.
In 1908 Hawthorne was invited by a college friend to join him in Canada selling shares in silver mines that did not exist. They were tried, convicted of mail fraud, and served one year in prison.
There is also at least one other author named Julian Hawthorne, who writes about unexplained mysteries.
An interesting compilation of popular "non-fiction" at the time of publication. The best of it are the parts detailing the methods of gamblers, card cheats, spiritualist mediums, and magicians. But inexcusably bad is a lengthy middle section expounding upon theories about the identity of the man in the iron mask, which is so boring that I stopped reading anything at all for 4 months.