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If you’re a fan of PBS’s “Downton Abbey,” check out Vintage’s re-issue of Ford Madox Ford’s PARADE END, which covers the same ground of Edwardian England, WWI, and the English ruling class as it descends into the chaos of war…

Ford Madox Ford’s masterpiece, a tetralogy set in England during World War I, is widely considered one of the best novels of the twentieth century.

First published as four separate novels (Some Do Not . . ., No More Parades, A Man Could Stand Up—, and The Last Post) between 1924 and 1928, Parade’s End explores the world of the English ruling class as it descends into the chaos of war. Christopher Tietjens is an officer from a wealthy family who finds himself torn between his unfaithful socialite wife, Sylvia, and his suffragette mistress, Valentine. A profound portrait of one man’s internal struggles during a time of brutal world conflict, Parade’s End bears out Graham Greene’s prediction that “There is no novelist of this century more likely to live than Ford Madox Ford.”

White foods taste best to me

and I prefer to eat alone.

Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”

Marvelling that any came alive
Out of the shambles that men built
And smashed, to cleanse the world of guilt.

Siegfried Sassoon, “Song-Books of the War”

…Next: a chorus. A stadium
radiant with kliegs. Two more figures
in the same field, like plastic cake toppers.
Eyes closed, ears stopped to all but their
voices. They lay out my choices. One’s called
Call. One’s called Response.

When I say Marriage
you say Run!
Marriage! Run!
Marriage! Run!

Kathleen Rooney, prologue to Oneiromance (an epithalamion)

I’m finishing up a collection of short stories. They are all linked by the fact that I wrote them. That’s the gimmick, the hook.

Sam Lipsyte : The New Yorker (via peterwknox

Best possible gimmick. 

(via mcnallyjackson)

“Human figure” (kneeling variant)

Samurai helmet

(A rather festive) prawn.

Every really German writer must analyze not so much his characters as himself, before the public. The Russian writers are great analyzers, but of their characters, not of themselves; and a certain shame which is, perhaps, a false shame, keeps English writers of any national tradition at all from putting the inner side of their personalities before the public. In America the practice of public self-analysis, particularly in novels, has of late years become relatively common. But that mostly with the Middle Western school of novelists who are more strongly under Teutonic and Nordic influence than those of other regions of the United States.

Ford Madox Ford, The March of Literature

Awesome! Except for the part where June 2010 is still 8 months away… littlebrowncatalog:
JUNE 2012 HARDCOVER This Bright River: A NovelPatrick Somerville978-0-316-12931-2, $24.99Lauren Sheehan’s career in medicine came to a halt after a sequence of violent events abroad. Now she’s back in the safest place she knows—St. Helens, Wisconsin—cut off from career, friendship, and…

Little, Brown and Company Spring/Summer ’12: THIS BRIGHT RIVER