It’s been a while since I finished The Longest Journey (still need to write a review) and now that tennis plans are on ice for a bit (because of a pulled muscle) and that work has, not slowed down, but has at least moved past the frantic phase, I feel might get the right time and head-space again to enjoy the next read in my Forster project.
I only have two novels left, the short stories, and Aspects of the Novel.
But, I have also found two biographies at the library that looked really good:
Morgan is the one which I am really excited about because it was written by Nicola Beauman. She’s now head of Persephone Books who publish the most marvellous forgotten women writers of the early 20th century. I’m subscribed to their newsletter and it is the only newsletter I actually look forward to receiving.
So, I can’t wait to read what she has to say about Forster.
The other one, by Wendy Moffat, seems to focus more on just one aspect of his life and how it affected his writing. At least, this is what I got from several reviews about the book and which seemed to shelf it under “gender studies” a lot.
So, without further delay, I am off on A Passage to India.
(Taken on a trip to Simla a few years ago. The book is not set there, but this is what I picture when reading the book.)