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... of his contemporaries? Where to begin - Dezső Kosztolányi, Miklós Bánffy, Thos: Mann, Franz Kafka, Joseph Roth, Italo Svevo, Céline , Gide...
Actually you don't need to leave these shores - Conrad, Gissing, Bennett, Ford Madox Ford, Joyce, Woolf, even Ivy Compton Burnett - are so much more rewarding than the painfully limited, earnest, and (I repeat myself) 'clunky' Edward Morgan Forster...
Some would raise an eyebrow, albeit signalling unfamiliarity , some I'll give you (Mann, Kafka, Conrad, Joyce, Woolf), Roth, yes, I C-B, no, Gide on and off (La Porte Etroite?). If you go into the 20s (and five of Forster's six novels were written before the war), no Huxley?
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
....after news gridlock due to the roy wedding....I'm feeling a huge amount of bile and vitriol that I could just take out on the BBC's nice ;never a dirty w/c attire to be seen....everything nice and clean, laundered, straight out of wardrobe....So many of these 'things' Dance to Mrs Dallaways Parade of the Cazzulets-Brideshead Camilmille(sp) Lawn....Woolf PAH, Celine (clunkeeee)Pah..... and don't get me onto Council Housing - Grammar Schools - Brown Rice and Sandles/Sandals - Gites -and Chablis n'Burgundy - House prices - cheap flights to Italy ....and DUBAI f'Crisakes....Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aa
Thank you Normal Service will be commenced as soon as possible....
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
Where Angels Fear to Tread is not my idea of a light comedy ! Can't see much point of any further adaptations of A Room with a View surely the Merchant Ivory film cannot be surpassed ?
... of his contemporaries? Where to begin - Dezső Kosztolányi, Miklós Bánffy, Thos: Mann, Franz Kafka, Joseph Roth, the short stories of Schnitzler, Zweig, Borges, - Italo Svevo, Céline , Gide...
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... and how could I have forgotten another of my faves, the great Belgian writer -
... and how could I have forgotten another of my faves, the great Belgian writer -
I compliment you on your knowledge of so many languages, Mr V, but isn't the issue that you enjoy your favourite minor writers, you don't rate Forster?
I know people who don't rate Dickens - or Shakespeare
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
I compliment you on your knowledge of so many languages...
... sadly I have not the Flemish, so read Elsschot in translation. But he's really good, well worth investigating. And a useful additional name for any list of fifty famous Belgians...
I think Forster over-rated; he seems to me clunkily obvious in what he does: he megaphones his social messages, and is tiresomely heavy-handed in his use of symbols.
I think Forster over-rated; he seems to me clunkily obvious in what he does: he megaphones his social messages, and is tiresomely heavy-handed in his use of symbols.
I am enjoying the acting in this telly version.
My brief foray into the text (to see whether a scene in the TV version had any basis in the novel) gave me no urge to read the book.
One of those authors best encountered in adaptations, perhaps - like (for different reasons) Henry James...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
My brief foray into the text (to see whether a scene in the TV version had any basis in the novel) gave me no urge to read the book.
One of those authors best encountered in adaptations, perhaps - like (for different reasons) Henry James...
ho ho.
Yes, for different reasons. Forster perhaps too obvious; James perhaps not obvious enough.
To each his own I reread it in three evenings without pain, and not having a copy your Meneer Welzschmerz on my shelves, I shall begin The Longest Journey this evening
I was wondering a week or so back how Forster's reputation had fared. 'Clunky' (thrice) does not speak to me as a term of literary criticism. As for any distaste/disdain expressed here, ainsi soit-il: quite acceptable since I cannot describe the uninterest I experience on hearing what forumistas are reading now: ripping yarns, spies and detective novels, whether good or bad, hold little attraction - any more than science fantasy/or fiction.
I prefer to clunk along with tales which seem more like reality, albeit from another age.
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
As for any distaste/disdain expressed here, ainsi soit-il: quite acceptable since I cannot describe the uninterest I experience on hearing what forumistas are reading now: ripping yarns, spies and detective novels, whether good or bad, hold little attraction - any more than science fantasy/or fiction.
I prefer to clunk along with tales which seem more like reality, albeit from another age.
You are the re-incarnated Jane Austen, I do declare, and I claim my $25.
You are the re-incarnated Jane Austen, I do declare, and I claim my $25.
Well, for all I know she might have devoured John Le Carré and Terry Pratchett.
Curiously, I found a fleeting something of the Austinesque in Forster's humour (the vignette of Aunt Juley holding a watering can and pointing out the Wilcox's window in the flats opposite with it) in the opening chapter or so, but it quickly disappeared.
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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