Well, I told myself to review more of my 5 star books instead of taking the easy way out projectile sneering at some grisly two star efforts. but it's hard. There are some brilliant Henry James reviews dotted around, and this won't be one of those. I think there's a point in some of these long, long

Maisie tudja, hogy ha egy pszichologizáló hajlamú író kezébe kerül, akkor az nem lesz tekintettel éveinek csekély számára: kifilézi irgalom nélkül. Úgyhogy a kislány egy véresen megharcolt válás középpontjában találja magát, ahol a két szülő - Henry James kedves metaforájával - úgy ütögeti át egymás

Δύσκολα αφήνεις το συγκεκριμένο βιβλίο από τα χέρια σου. Νιώθεις ότι αν το κάνεις θα προδώσεις και εσύ την μικρή Μέιζι όπως οι γονείς της.

“She still had room for wonder at what Maisie knew.” There are others, but they are rare: novels in which the last sentence is the most important one, not in the sense of the denouement of an exciting story (because it does not do that at all in this story), but in the sense that it offers the key t

Years ago, I read somewhere, perhaps in Graves' Goodbye to All of That, or a biography on Ford Madox Ford, where it was recorded (a tricky word if it's Graves) that Ford, while out in the trenches, read and greatly admired Henry James' What Maisie Knew. What stuck in my mind was the fact that Ford (