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<DIV>I’ve been looking into the past – fancy the appalling D S Savage being
English! I always thought he was a US religious fundamentalist who
deplored the irreligion of the modernists: at least Dr Bradshaw and Miss Kilman
were committed to a view of Life. He only died in 2007.</DIV>
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<DIV>Anyway, Holms did a review of Mrs. D. in 1925, & it’s in your
Majumdar:</DIV>
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<DIV>“How ... can such talent co-exist with a sentimentality that would be
remarkable in a stockbroker, and inconceivable among educated people? ... most
of the book ... is sentimental in conception and texture, and is accordingly
aesthetically worthless.” (pp. 170-1)</DIV>
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<DIV>Turns out Holms (who for decades I called Holmes) was more interesting,
well, than he otherwise might have been. He was married to Peggy
Guggenheim. See:</DIV>
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<DIV>I like the comment at the bottom:</DIV>
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face=Arial><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 9.6pt" color=#231f20>You know, one does get
just the teeny bit bored hearing about all these jolly chaps from privileged
backgrounds about the time of the First World War, their bravery, their
unsuccessful love-lives, the occasional scribbling printed by an obliging
friend, never having to work, self-indulgence, boozing and, oh dear me, death.
Who will write tributes to the unpublished Alfred Nigginses of that time,
shop-keepers, gassed in the war, married to a bar-maid, with the only fall from
grace tumblinging over in the road when sozzled? It’s all so bleedin’ unfair,
yer literary world…..</FONT></FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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<DIV>Stuart</DIV>
<DIV>(Day 216)</DIV>"He began to look comfortably through a recent catalogue of
second-hand<BR>books from a bookseller who specialised in uncut review
copies. Like so<BR>many British book-lovers, Mr. Purfleet always bought
his books second-hand,<BR>no doubt to encourage authors."<BR>ALDINGTON, Richard
(intro. by Anthony Burgess), "The Colonel's Daughter", The Hogarth Press, 1986
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