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StillILearn said:graydaisy, have you read "The Master" yet?
graydaisy said:no, i don't think i have. is it a novel or short story? i'll pick it up.
I'm on my way out to pick up copies of The Aspern Papers and The Wings of the Dove.
He doesn't have his own thread here??? Yikes!
SFG75 said:I'll have to try again
Is the Berendt book inspired by Aspern Papers? Sorry for thinking Henry lacked a thread. I was so excited that I didn't go back to read from post #1. Henry definitely had all his threads about him, didn't he?The book I'm reading now talks a bit about the inspiration for the Aspern Papers, and it got me interested. Now that I have it in my hands I'm dying to start it.
Is the Berendt book inspired by Aspern Papers? Sorry for thinking Henry lacked a thread. I was so excited that I didn't go back to read from post #1. Henry definitely had all his threads about him, didn't he?
Heteronym, thank you for helping me to understand this novella. I didn't place the story in the context of "a world about to disappear." This makes so much sense and gives me something very substantial to think on. I think James may have been making societal observations. But where he grips me is in the psychological maelstrom his characters endure, almost without exception.I’m still unsure whether James is taking the book seriously, or whether he’s just making fun of the Romantics. I mean, it’s not impossible: it’s the fin de siécle, Romanticism is becoming a parody of itself, new writers like Oscar Wilde, André Gide and Henrik Ibsen are taking over the arts. In James’ novella, the narrator is after the letters of a writer who belongs to a world about to disappear.
Ironically, the narrator hardly displays any romantic traits; his cunningness, deception and callousness better resemble the spirit of the 20th century. Everything goes in the pursuit of Art, but the narrator himself seems hardly changed by it.
But perhaps I have a bit of the narrator in me too,for the outcome really saddened me. I hoped he’d succeed, preferably at any cost. I just like to expect the worst, so I was hoping for a murder or two before the end of the novel, he he.
It’s a wonderful novella, written in beautiful, sensuous sentences. James has fame for being dense. I must disagree: this and Daisy Miller are two of the clearest books I’ve ever read in my life.