Seven Men

Sir Henry Maximilian Beerbohm (1872-1956) was born in London and studied at Oxford. He published his first collection of essays, entitled The Works of Max Beerbohm, in 1896 and soon established a reputation as a brilliant caricaturist and critic. He was married to the American actress Florence Kahn and lived in Rapallo, Italy, for most of his life.John Updike (1932–2009) was born in Shillington, Pennsylvania. In 1954 he began to publish in The New Yorker, where he continued to contribute short stories, poems, and criticism until his death. His major work was the set of four novels chronicling the life of Harry “Rabbit: Angstrom, he two of which, Rabbit is Richand Rabbit at Rest, won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. His last books were the novel The Widows of Eastwick and Due Considerations, a collection of his essays and criticism.

出版者:NYRB Classics

作者:Max Beerbohm

页数:232

出版时间:2000-10-31

价格:USD 15.95

装帧:Paperback

isbn号码:9780940322547

图书标签:MaxBeerbohm文学倒计时victorianrealism,literature,essaysenglish,college

In Seven Men the brilliant English caricaturist and critic Max Beerbohm turns his comic searchlight upon the fantastic fin-de-siècle world of the 1890s—the age of Oscar Wilde, Aubrey Beardsley, and the young Yeats, as well of Beerbohm's own first success. In a series of luminous sketches, Beerbohm captures the likes of Enoch Soames, only begetter of the neglected poetic masterwork Fungoids; Maltby and Braxton, two fashionable novelists caught in a bitter rivalry; and "Savonarola" Brown, author of a truly incredible tragedy encompassing the entire Italian Renaissance. One of the masterpieces of modern humorous writing, Seven Men is also a shrewdly perceptive, heartfelt homage to the wonderfully eccentric character of a bygone age.

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brilliant, brilliant, and brilliant. you should read the article from the atlantic after finishing enoch soames,link goes here http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/issues/97nov/teller.htm

Failure, if it be a plain, unvarnished, complete failure, and even though it be a squalid failure, has always a certain dignity.

Failure, if it be a plain, unvarnished, complete failure, and even though it be a squalid failure, has always a certain dignity.

Failure, if it be a plain, unvarnished, complete failure, and even though it be a squalid failure, has always a certain dignity.

brilliant, brilliant, and brilliant. you should read the article from the atlantic after finishing enoch soames,link goes here http://www.theatlantic.com/past/docs/issues/97nov/teller.htm