Category Archives: Quotations

Something in the general feel of everything


Celebrating the Relief of Mafeking in Piccadilly, 1900

‘Out in the crowd against the railings, with his arm hooked in Annette’s, Soames waited. Yes! the Age was passing! What with this Trade Unionism, and Labour fellows in the House of Commons, with continental fiction, and something in the general feel of everything, not to be expressed in words, things were very different; he recalled the crowd on Mafeking night, and George Forsyte saying: “They’re all socialists, they want our goods.” Like James, Soames didn’t know, he couldn’t tell – with Edward on the throne! Things would never be as safe again as under good old Viccy!’ (John Galsworthy, In Chancery, 1920)

Happy New Year! Welcome to the Age of 2016….

The Lloyd-Georgian period?

David Lloyd-George

David Lloyd-George

‘Today essentially belongs to the Minister who once presided at the Board of Trade. Several attempts indeed have been made to describe the literature, art and drama of the present as “Edwardian,” from a very proper and loyal spirit, to which I should be the last to object […] But somehow the whole thing has fallen through; in this dramatic aeon the adjective “Edwardian” trips on the tongue; our real dramatists are all Socialists or Radicals; our poets and writers Anarchists (Mr. Arthur Machen being an honourable exception); and our artists are the only conservatives of intellect. Our foreign policy alone can be called “Edwardian,” so personal is it to the King. Everything else is a compromise; so our time must therefore be known – at least ten years of it – as the Lloyd-Georgian period.’ (Robert Ross, Masques and Phases, London 1909)

On Arnold Bennett (6): Jolly Gargoyles


‘Now the danger that dogs Mr. Bennett’s more sober achievements, built up with such Euclidean logic, tracing causes with such exquisite clarity, is that they may fail to convey the sense of the fantastic element in life, the untamed force that pounds through the fabric so incalculably, dishevelling and exalting the neat systems. Two and two make five in real life; in Clayhanger perhaps they too often add neatly up to four. It is this Gothic element in things that makes such a jolly gargoyle as The Grand Babylon Hotel a more faithful symbol of reality than some such sterner stuff; and it is this heightened irrational strain that one wants to see swaggering through the cool symmetry of Clayhanger like 0rgan-music throbbing through a church’ (Dixon Scott, review of The Card in The Manchester Guardian, 23rd February 23rd, 1911)

For more information on our upc0ming symposium (‘Arnold Bennett and His Circle’), see here (or e-mail us at for a draft programme of the day’s events).

On Arnold Bennett (5): Greatness beyond Glamour

'Man Reading' by Barnett Freedman (c.1925)

‘Man Reading’ by Barnett Freedman (c.1925)

‘The hero, Clayhanger, is merely a nice young fellow who likes to read and yearns for a more elegance and refinement than his home can offer him. Without great force or energy, he is industrious and honest; without overwhelming abilities, he has a taste for literature and art; without deep tenderness, he has kindly emotions and a fund of fairness and good-will […] There is no glamour of romance thrown about the situation; there are no adventures. No attempt at all is made to rectify reality. But it is a very great novel, none the less; so great that it throws into the shadow all the novels of the last decade. Even [H.G. Well’s] Tono-Bungay, full of meat and life as it was, seems slim and unpleasant in comparison.’ (Unsigned review of Clayhanger, North American Review, December 191o)

For more information on our upc0ming symposium (‘Arnold Bennett and His Circle’), see here (or e-mail us at for a draft programme of the day’s events)

On Arnold Bennett (4): Go On, Great Man!


‘My dear Bennett,

You know what life is. I have really wanted badly to write you at length about The Old Wives Tale and make you understand that it isn’t simply just genial mutual flattery and so forth that I want to send you this time […] I think the book a quite pre-eminent novel so that it at least doubles your size in my estimation. It is far too big, too fine and too restrained to get at first anything like the recognition it is bound in the long run to bring you. It is the best book I have seen this year – and there have been one or two very good books – and I am certain it will secure you the respect of all the distinguished critics who are now consuming gripe-water and suchlike, if you never never write another line. It is all at such a high level that one does not know where to begin commending, but I think the high light for me is the bakehouse glimpse of Sam Povey. But the knowledge, the details, the spirit! from first to last it never fails. I wish it could have gone into ‘The English Review’. Well, I go round telling everyone I meet about it – I wish Chapman & Hall would do the same. Go on great man!’

Yours ever. H. G. [Wells] (November 1908)

For more information on our upc0ming symposium (‘Arnold Bennett and His Circle’), see here (or e-mail us at for a draft programme of the day’s events).

On Arnold Bennett (3): The Most Modern Writer I Know

Electric Tram in Stoke-on-Trent

Electric Tram in Stoke-on-Trent

‘All Mr. Bennett’s stories have the one striking attribute – a lavish vitality expended, not on sentiment or on philosophy, but on sheer joy in contemporary life as a spectacle. His novels and what he calls his fantasias are equally modern in spirit. He is the most modern writer I know; for modernity with him is not not so much a matter of reflection or argument, but the air in which his temperament naturally exists. I do not deny him reflections or arguments; on the contrary, he reflects and argues, as a critic, exceedingly well. But primarily he is a poet, and I know no other absolutely modern English novelist of whom this can be said. Such things as the Bursley electric trams and Bursley corporation, London law courts, and plutocratic excesses in the Riveria, are integral and fully dissolved elements of his imaginative experience. He feels their poetic content quite spontaneously. If his medium were verse instead of prose, his work would utterly confute the Stevensonian dogma that the word “hatter” is impossible for emotional verse’ (J. E. Barton, ‘Fiction and Mr. Arnold Bennett’, New Age, 3rd December 1908)

For more information on our upc0ming symposium (‘Arnold Bennett and His Circle’), see here (or e-mail us at for a draft programme of the day’s events).

On Arnold Bennett (2): Realism and Reality


‘My dear Sir,
The reading of the Man from the North has inspired me with the greatest respect for your artistic conscience. I am profoundly impressed with the achievement of style. The root of the matter – which is expression – is there, and the sacred fire too […] Generally, however, I may say that the die has not been struck hard enough. Here’s a piece of pure metal scrupulously shaped, with a true – and more – a beautiful ring: but the die has not been struck hard enough. I admit that the outlines of the design are sharp enough. What it wants is a more emphatic modelling; more relief […] Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to have it out with you, the book there on the table, to be thumped and caressed. I would quarrel not with the truth of your conception but with the realism thereof. You stop just short of absolutely real because you are faithful to your dogmas of realism. Now realism in art will never approach reality. And your art, your gift, should be put to the service of a larger and freer faith’ (Joseph Conrad to Arnold Bennett, 10th March 1902)

For more information on our upc0ming symposium (‘Arnold Bennett and His Circle’), see here (or e-mail us at for a draft programme of the day’s events).