My summer with E.M. Forster

There are such violets in England, but not so many. Nor are there so many in art, for no painter has the courage.

~E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread

I'm deep into Forster this summer, so far all re-reads, but it's been so long since I read them they are like distant cousins you played with as a child and cannot quite remember.

And surely I read them once upon a time for the plot and not for such truths.

2 thoughts on “My summer with E.M. Forster”

  1. I’m very fond of Where Angels Fear to Tread. My least favorite is A Passage to India, which is supposedly his greatest, etc. Feh. Howards End is the masterpiece. In this lowly reader’s opinion, anyway.
    Did you read Zadie Smith’s On Beauty? It’s supposed to be a take on Howards End. It has been on my shelf forever, but I still haven’t cracked it.
    I’ve been reading Trollope on and off all year. I finished the Barset books (which I think you would like, if you haven’t already read them) and have started on the Pallisers.

  2. It’s been a while since I read Trollope. I will have to see if I can get the books on Kindle. My dad had a set, but I have no idea where they ended up, at all.
    I’ll look into Zadie Smith! I agree about Howards End.

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