Word: wyndham
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...respect be paid the players. Mr. Herbert Strathmore Wyndham Gittens's clear and beautifully modulated English voice is admirable for the part of Klytemnestra, and it was skillfully pitched. Mr. Paul Elmer More, literary editor of The Nation, permitted himself to write ecstatically in the New York Evening Post (June 18) that Mr. Wyndham-Gittens's "face and eyes would be a fortune to any tragedy queen on the stage." Be that as it may, his eyes and face during those speeches of sinister irony which lead to the murder of the King were not such as one would yearn...
...great that he was "furious that people haven't simply burst in on your privacy and carried you off to found American literature at home." Compared with Tropic of Cancer, wrote Durrell to Miller, Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover, Joyce's Ulysses and Wyndham Lewis' Tarr were "feeble, smudgy rough drafts...
...Soho Café. Yet he was never a stranger to London. The Soho restaurant called the Eiffel Tower knew his booming voice and august figure as well as it knew his colorful companions: Max Beerbohm, Tallulah Bankhead, Wyndham Lewis, the young Prince of Wales. In Ireland he spent his time with W. B. Yeats; in Paris he sought out James Joyce; in London he came to know Shaw, Wilde and Aldous Huxley. To women he was irresistible. It was said the female sitters would sometimes strip off their clothes without John's either asking or wanting them to. When...
Critics have complained that had John spent his talents more carefully, he might have been a greater artist. But it was not in his nature to be a profound man: it was his impulses, not his thoughts, that were inspired. As his friend Wyndham Lewis said, he was "a great man of action into whose hands the fairies stuck a brush instead of a sword." Had he tried harder for greatness, he might well have lost his innocent freshness, and the gallery of portraits he left to the world would have died on their walls...
...dying in Rome, he would not have friends visit him because he would not expose them to the dreadful wallpaper. In its way, it was as sad a death as that of Keats-near whom he was buried in the Protestant cemetery in Rome. Uncomfortable for Keats, suggested Wyndham Lewis, one of the many artists who drew Firbank. The authorities dug up his body, reburied it at San Lorenzo fuori le Mura in Catholic ground. Firbank's work belongs to the great body of literature which says that life is cruel, beautiful and impossible to explain. He wrote...