Mr. Andrews is your typical English middle-class man from the first half of the twentieth century, and naturally he wants to get into a nice tidy Anglican heaven. God--or gods--forbid he should find anyone not of his own or closely related religious persuasion among the occupants! Read by Scoot.
Before he was colonized by Merchant-Ivory, E. M. Forster made a tolerable living writing witty, sophisticated novels about Englishmen at home or abroad and short stories that often, surprisingly enough, deal with the supernatural, the surreal, and even science fiction. Though we associate him so strongly with the Edwardians, he lived to see the Beatles split up and just missed out on glam rock.
Friday, March 25, 2005
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