In the heat of long Indian afternoons in 1897, between colonial adventures with the Queen's Own Hussars, protean Winston Spencer Churchill, then only 23, dallied with a romantic daydream about love and politics. The result: Savrola, a bumpy, 70,000-word Ruritanian novel (TIME, April 16) which "traced the fortunes of a liberal leader who overthrew an arbitrary government only to be swallowed up by a socialist revolution." Churchill submitted it, his first and only piece of fiction, "with considerable trepidation to the judgment or clemency of the public," years later confessed: "I have consistently urged my friends to abstain from reading it."
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