Why has there been two novels concentrating on mid-period Henry James (who is doing his best grouper fish/lizard impersonation in this photo...)?
It is here we can begin to see why this confounded, all-too-human Henry James is now having his vogue. James, in his person and his work, helped create the modern attitude of high-toned disdain for commerce from which literature derives much of its power in a mass culture.
I would have blown right by this, but for the hook: "Colm Toibin had an unlikely-sounding model for his new novel, The Master, a fictional account of four years in the life of Henry James. It was, he says, Don DeLillo's Libra, the haunting, edgy examination of the assassination of John F. Kennedy." Damn hooks. I don't have time for this.
"He splits his infinitives and fills them up with adverbial stuffing. He presses the passing colloquialism into his service. His vast paragraphs sweat and struggle; they could not sweat and elbow and struggle more if God himself was the processional meaning to which they sought to come. And all for tales of nothingness It is leviathan retrieving pebbles. It is a magnificent but painful hippopotamus resolved at any cost, even at the cost of its dignity, upon picking up a pea which has got into a corner of its den. Most things, it insists, are beyond it, but it can, at any rate, modestly, and with an artistic singleness of mind, pick up that pea."