/lit/ - Literature

bump for OP, I'd like to know too

>>14991787
It's not difficult. It's just very micro-focused on psychological nuances. It's the opposite of action-packed.

>>14991832
So. . . just like his others?

>>14991922
Oh, by 'this fucker' you meant The Ambassadors, my bad. I don't think it's any more or less difficult than his other later novels.

>>14991948
Right. Ive only read his big boy (Portrait), can one easily jump stages of James?

>>14991960
The Wings of the Dove might be slightly easier to get through. But all three late novels are similar stylistically.

>>14991994
Thanks for the tip anon!

I want to read something from Henry James, but the "cheating aristocrat wife" in the synopses of The Portrait of a Lady is such a turn off since I was forced to read two books with the same shit when I was 9yo. Which of his works would you suggest?

>>14992019
Your meme is a good message.
Cheers!

>>14992240
The plots not what Henry James is about, its just a driving force as to represent the faults of Human Nature, read the fucking book.

Henry James is utter garbage

>>14993056
no u

Because, Henry James, as author, loves to insert, what are they called, about a half dozen, or could be two half dozen, commas into every sentence, and that’s the truth.

>>14993129
But he does it in a very natural, and flowy way. Not like the Jews.

>>14992240
Daisy Miller or Washington Square.

he uses words where they dont belong and with extremely nonstandard syntax. It takes like 10 minutues to work through a single page. Did anyone really read these or did we have to wait for the academy to justify them? I fail to see how one is supposed to enjoy these novels even if they are oh so patrician and experimental

>>14993129
It was with the sense of a, for him, very memorable something that he peered now into the immediate future, and tried, not without compunction, to take that period up where he had, prospectively, left it. But just where the deuce *had* he left it? The consciousness of dubiety was, for our friend, not, this morning, quite yet clean-cut enough to outline the figures on what she had called his "horizon," between which and himself the twilight was indeed of a quality somewhat intimidating. He had run up, in the course of time, against a good number of "teasers;" and the function of teasing them back—of, as it were, giving them, every now and then, "what for"—was in him so much a habit that he would have been at a loss had there been, on the face of it, nothing to lose. Oh, he always had offered rewards, of course – had ever so liberally pasted the windows of his soul with staring appeals, minute descriptions, promises that knew no bounds. But the actual recovery of the article – the business of drawing and crossing the cheque, blotched though this were with tears of joy – had blankly appeared to him rather in the light of a sacrilege, casting, he sometimes felt, a palpable chill on the fervour of the next quest. It was just this fervour that was threatened as, raising himself on his elbow, he stared at the foot of his bed. That his eyes refused to rest there for more than the fraction of an instant, may be taken—*was*, even then, taken by Keith Tantalus—as a hint of his recollection that after all the phenomenon wasn't to be singular. Thus the exact repetition, at the foot of Eva's bed, of the shape pendulous at the foot of *his* was hardly enough to account for the fixity with which he envisaged it, and for which he was to find, some years later, a motive in the (as it turned out) hardly generous fear that Eva had already made the great investigation "on her own." Her very regular breathing presently reassured him that, if she *had* peeped into "her" stocking, she must have done so in sleep. Whether he should wake her now, or wait for their nurse to wake them both in due course, was a problem presently solved by a new development. It was plain that his sister was now watching him between her eyelashes. He had half expected that. She really was--he had often told her that she really was—magnificent; and her magnificence was never more obvious than in the pause that elapsed before she all of a sudden remarked "They so very indubitably *are*, you know!"

>>14993274
To be fair, you need a very high IQ to understand Henry James.

>>14993292
okay that's what I thought. Its just masturbation to confuse people into thinking they're not reading a victorian soap opera. very cool

>>14992240
>the "cheating aristocrat wife" in the synopses of The Portrait of a Lady is such a turn off since I was forced to read two books with the same shit when I was 9yo.
Madame Bovary and Anna Karenina? Please don't say Chatterley.

>>14993284
lol

This is pretty good.

Mfw Casper Goodwood is me

>>14993385
you're a broing, rich american industrialist who cant let a bitch go?

>>14993056
Better than Twain

>>14993402
Just not the finance situation, however fortunate or unfortunate that may be.

>>14993274
Can you give an example of this?