Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Reading Wendy Moffat's exciting new biography of the great E. M. Forster, and it is revelatory. With access finally granted to the great novelist's private papers, including a diary of his whole sexual life, the centrality of Forster's queerness, both to his biography and his writing -- and to the long silence after A Passage to India -- is here made undeniably clear, and all the more moving for what we may only now know.
(How this book makes me wish we might have the papers out of Henry James' bonfire, an unexpurgated record of Whitman's cabbies, Byron's autobiography, etc., etc.)
Clearly, I'll have to read Maurice again!