Titlebook: Writers of the Old School; British Novelists of Rosemary M. Colt,Janice Rossen (Senior Research Fe Book 1992 Palgrave Macmillan, a division

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Christopher Isherwood: Autobiography as Mask,osure of his public face, kept his private face private. But, since his death in 1973, there have been several biographies and, as always, Auden has played a part in the numerous biographies of his cohorts, a shadowy figure in everyone else’s carpet.

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Introduction,The peculiar character of the decade, in terms of both literary and political history, placed them in a sobering position.. Also, major experimentation had taken place in the development of the novel. Thus novelists starting out in the 1930s, whatever else the more personal influences on them, simul

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,An Aesthete in the Foundry: Henry Green’s Living, . (1929) as the best proletarian novel in English, and . (1945), set among the servants in an Irish castle, as a “unique poetic-prosaic master-piece.”. Green is a writer’s writer; his nine bittersweet comic novels have been praised by W. H. Auden, Elizabeth Bowen, Christopher Isherwood, V. S. Pritc

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The Modernity of Evelyn Waugh,eative one. The writer’s relish for provocation undoubtedly fueled this overly generalized — and superficial — opinion. It is ironic, though, that a man whose major writings tilted at the aristocracy, debunked the philistines, and promoted art and writers who had nothing in common with dusty traditi

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Modernist in Search of an Audience: Graham Greene in the Thirties,pt resignation and disappearance of Jacques Médecin, the corrupt mayor of Nice, who ruled his Mediterranean city for more than a quarter of a century. Accompanying the article is a large color photograph of Médecin, in better days, surrounded by such glamorous celebrities as Charlotte Rampling and D

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,Running Away from Home: Perpetual Transit in Elizabeth Bowen’s Novels,er life — and with some astonishment: “Why? Am I not manifestly a writer for whom places loom large?”. In Bowen’s view, art imitates life; and this seems particularly true to her in the matter of her fictional settings, over which she exercises great deliberation: “Since I started writing, I have be

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