Word: forster
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...because though the point may seem crucial to the narrative, it is actually insignificant thematically. What is important is, of all things, the echo. " 'Boum' is the sound as far as the human alphabet can express it, or 'bou-oum,' or 'ou-boum'?utterly dull," is the way Forster rather unhelpfully describes...
This, finally, is what the echoes in A Passage to India are whispering and thundering. In his 82nd year, Forster was still insisting on that point. No, he said, responding testily to reviews of a theatrical adaptation of his book, it was not merely about the incompatibility of East and West. It was about "the difficulty of living in the universe." In other words, it was, among other things, a David Lean movie waiting to be made. And now we have it, sober and witty, subtle yet eminently approachable. It is a movie both true to its source and true...
Edward Morgan Forster might now be remembered as an Edwardian novelist of great promise and slender accomplishment. Two acts rescued him from such oblivion. He wrote A Passage to India (1924), a novel that not only surprised friends who thought he had dried up as an author but also made him world famous. And he lived for 91 years, well beyond such contemporaries as James Joyce, D.H. Lawrence and Virginia Woolf. To a remarkable degree, Forster ensured his claim on posterity by outlasting...
...could have predicted such longevity for the infant Forster, least of all his formidable mother Lily. Her first baby had died at birth. The second, born on New Year's Day in 1879, survived, but his father was dead of tuberculosis 22 months later. Lily and a clutch of female relatives and friends conspired to keep young Edward from all harm; they mercilessly spoiled him, referred to him as "the Important One" in his presence and left him unprepared for the schoolboys who later called him "Mousie" instead...
...coddled, shy young man had a better time of it at turn-of-the-century Cambridge. Forster left King's College with middling degrees in classics and history and with the reluctant realization, after four stimulating years of intellectual fellowship, that he was homosexual. A legacy from a deceased aunt made job hunting unnecessary, which probably spared the world some comic encounters. For Forster at that period seemed qualified to do nothing but stumble and dream...