Word: huxleyism
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...enemies, rivals and unfaithful lovers has provided an accepted tool of revenge. Ernest Hemingway scored in The Sun Also Rises (Harold Loeb, the now-forgotten model for Robert Cohen, was satisfactorily furious, and one of the minor real-life woman characters took to bed for a week). Aldous Huxley did a number on D.H. Lawrence as the brilliantly insufferable crank, Mark Rampion, in Point Counter Point. Political debts have been paid too. One of the first romans à clef, Madeleine de Scudéry's Artamène; ou Le Grand Cyrus (1649), encoded in fiction the court...
Broader Interest. Perahia spent his sabbatical in London. He went to the theater and read constantly: Huxley, Woolf, Joyce, Homer. He discovered a musical colony that is far more diverse than the one camped along Manhattan's Central Park West. Praising the BBC's role in educating English audiences, Perahia claims that interest in serious music is far broader in Britain than in the U.S. "In London," he insists, "there isn't anybody on the street who hasn't heard that Benjamin Britten is composing again...
There was no "Waste Land,"...There was no "Ulysses," no "Mauberly," no "Cantos," no Kafka, no Proust, no Waugh, no Auden, no Huxley, no Cummings, no "Women in Love" or "Lady Chatterly's Lover." There was no Valley of Ashes in "The Great Gatsby." One read Hardy and Kipling and Conrad and frequented worlds of traditional moral action delineated in traditional moral language...
...BEEN a long time now since pleasant utopian vision were in literary fashion. In recent days, they have been replaced with bleak prophecies of emotional aridity and violence like those of Huxley and Burroughs. Martin Amis's new novel, Dead Babies, is in this new tradition...
Virginia Woolf described Ottoline as "a Spanish galleon, hung with golden coins and lovely silken sails." Other writers, Darroch says, described her variously as "an oversized Infanta of Spain, an enormous bird, a lion-hunting hostess." In Those Barren Leaves, Aldous Huxley described those moments, just before retiring, when the Ottoline-like character would turn to her house guest and ask probing, intimate questions. "For on the threshold of her bed-chamber she would halt," he says, "desperately renewing the conversation with whichever of her guests happened to light her upstairs. Who knew? Perhaps in these last five minutes...