I just came across this quote in the community [livejournal.com profile] literaryquotes and found it post-worthy. I don't know the book it's taken from (although I might have heard of it), but I just love it when the following happens:

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person who you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours. "

-Hector, 'The History Boys', Alan Bennett


jagodasladoled: (alec s.)
( Aug. 28th, 2008 03:29 pm)
 I just found an article by Zadie Smith on E.M. Forster. It was pointed out in the community [profile] british_fiction I copied it and intended to read it later, but the first paragraph caught my eye. I haven't read on, because I don't have the time right now, but I like what she says in this first two  paragraphs, and the way she says it.


All in all, I like this way more than what I read in THIS article, written in 1974 by Andrew Hodges and David Hutter, which I find rather ridiculous in thinking that Forster could have actually brought on homosexual law reform by outing himself, and  agressively attacks him.


So much today, on E.M. Forster.
I 've just returned from my trip to Croatia.  I spent the last week sitting on the apartment's terrace with sea-view and lying around on the beach, swimming and reading.


Tom Ripley here, Tom Ripley there, I kept my father up with the story of the first Ripley novel. And Tom Ripley slept in a car once, I said, so it doesn't matter if we sleep in the car the night we board the ferry.

And I have new proof that the world is indeed very small.
She only requested a photograph from her husband who was traveling abroad, alas!  instead she gets a full-size, god-like marble statue that is delivered many years later to her second husband's house...

Hardy, Hardy, Thomas Hardy, how I love thee! All the drama and unhappiness, the deaths and loneliness. Didn't I always say I prefer happy endings?
But that's the one thing you can never get in his gripping stories. The incident described above takes place in his story "Barbara of the House of Grebe". Barbara worships the mentioned statue, that shows her first husband in all his glory before his handsome face was destroyed by fire, and who, after finding Barbara unable to resume her love for him, leaves her and dies soon after that. The second husband, who's described as determined and brutal, employs a fellow to distort the statue to resemble the man after the deformation, in order to make his wife love him! Aaand he succeeds. Barbara gets all clingy and nervous and he annoyed. In series she gives birth to eleven children, of whom only one daughter reach adulthood. Then Barbara dies and he never remarries.

In other stories poetic women get obsessed about poets (as happens in "An Imaginative Woman") and die without having met him but being suspected of having had an affair with, or touch a hanged man's neck to obtain healing of a wound that cannot be otherwise healed and die afterwards  ("The Withered Arm")  and men that are unable to marry the girls they love because their wives don't die quickly enough ("Fellow Townsmen").

I want to read one of his novels, now.
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Before I returned E.M. Forster's novel "The Longest Journey" to the library, a book that took me a while to get into it but that nevertheless ended up being very dear to me, I copied out the following quote.

E.M. Forster on what he calls the `teacup of experience┬┤ in his novel "The longest Journey":

"Oh, that teacup! To be taken at prayers, at friendship, at love, till we are quite sane, quite efficient, quite experienced, and quite useless to God or man. We must drink it, or we shall die.
But we need not drink it always. Here is our problem and our salvation. There comes a moment - God knows when - at which we can say: `I will experience no longer. I will create, I will be an experience.┬┤ But do to this we must be both acute and heroic. For it is not easy, after accepting six cups of tea, to throw the seventh in the face of the hostess."

I really really like it, the style and the metaphor of the teacup and all!
jagodasladoled: (Default)
( Nov. 17th, 2007 05:09 pm)
The past two days while reading the novel "Maurice"  written by E.M. Forster I on one hand couldn't wait to find out what would happen in it,  but then again I  wanted to absorb every line, every sencence of the book.
I found myself re-reading passages, something I normally don't  do,  always dreading to go on with the reading when situations just seemed perfect,  but too curious to allow longer pauses before going on.

Now, having finished the book this afternoon, I count it to my favourite novels (others might be Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Choderlos de Laclos and works by Arthur Schnitzler and tales by E.T.A Hoffmann...) and I regret not to be able to read it again without knowing the storyline.

Now I warned myself to look up the movie on the net to catch a glimpse of when it was done and who the actors are,  because  I didn't want to know it yet as I wanted to keep my personal images in my mind a little longer, at least for a few days or even only this evening.  (Saying that, I must admit that some characters stayed rather blurred, especially I couldn't quite get  hold of Maurice, whereas Clive was easier to imagine-)
BUT: Of course I did look it up and found out that Clive was portrayed by Hugh Grand, which struck me with delight (I haven't been thinking of him while reading, as I hardly think of actors when reading a book) but the visual image I had of the character really matched young Hugh Grant.
The disappointment came when I saw the actor of Maurice: Bright blonde hair whereas he is described several times (! ) in the novel as dark and just a lot different from the actor that portrays him...
Alec on the other hand seems perfect again and a video I watched on youtube made me like the setting and the casting of the other characters. That seems fatal to me ! Everything might be perfect but he main part...  that's annoying me right at the moment, but I will have a shot at the film as soon as I can get hold of it.

Edit:
Now, after having seen the film, I'm at peace with the casting. Rupert Graves as Alec Scudder is especially great, but James Wilby as Maurice was a good choice after all,  because he does a very good job!

Anyway: Reading "Maurice"  was an emotional up- and down I would have wished to prolong.
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