Titlebook: BennettWells And Conrad; Narrative In Transit Linda R. Anderson Book 1988 Palgrave Macmillan, a division of Macmillan Publishers Limited 19

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Lisa Kr?mer,Nils S. Borchers,Nadja Enketember 1896 but did not finish it until May 1901. The reason for this long gestation lies partly within the events of Bennett’s life. At this time he was also looking after his father who was dying in the painful and humiliating way Bennett was later to portray in .. His fiction gives us a clearer p

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-658-25784-2In the Preface Bennett referred to the ambition which guided him in writing the novel. Taking another French realist writer as a model, Guy de Maupassant this time rather than Balzac, he described how he had intended ‘ “to go one better” than .’ by making his novel ‘the life-history of two women ins

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Barbara Malak-Minkiewicz,Judith Torney-Purtasuredly his most serious fictional writing of the period, he was also going his own separate way, veering away from ‘an intensified rendering of feeling and characterisation’, which was James’s prescription for the novel, towards a treatment which was extensive rather than intensive. The difference,

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Heidi Biseth,Idunn Seland,Lihong Huangcts us towards thinking of the novel as contained by rather than containing History. By contrast, . arrives contentedly at a point of stasis. Mr Polly sitting in the setting sun at the village inn of Potwell inhabits a place which is remote from social change, where completeness is possible, which b

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-3-030-71102-3rd him an extraordinary place among British writers. Coupled with this, though, there is his curious apprenticeship to man of letters, his early years in the merchant service before he began to write at the age of thirty-eight. Not surprisingly his place historically has seemed equally odd; he seems

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Robert L. Baker,Birgitte R. Mednicks Conrad’s most ambitious novel — he called it ‘the most anxiously meditated’ of his longer novels in his Author’s Note — and it must rank as one of the greatest twentieth-century novels. His comments in letters to his friends at the time he was writing . are full of the familiary anguish. He wrote

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Robert L. Baker,Birgitte R. Mednick the necessary ground for their writing even as they were being deprived of its stable support, became the source of a tormented awareness in Conrad’s work of his difficult relationship to his material and to his audience. The estranging nature of reality was not merely implicit for Conrad; he took