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terpieces and is a tonrc antndote for easy romanticism, is too
often misinterpreted among Anglo-Saxons as negativism.
Neitherwrltersllke
Miss Mltchell who,whenunderan
obligation to move their audiences profoundly, fall back on
the vocabulary of platitude, nor those more modish novelists
who for the individualized hero substitutemasses stdl as vague
an entity as Peer Gynts Great Boyg can grapple with thatlast
problem of a rounded art: howto make tenderness as authentic
in realism as brutality ; how to make benevolence the specific
investiture of a man and not of a fool, how courage may
be shown to glow with a warmth as physical, if not as impartially animal, as is now generated for literature by passions
more menacing. Contrast Miss Mitchell's-stammering articulatlon of high virtue with her
zestful translation of primitive impulse: Ashley Wilkesremains the wastedgenius of
filmdom rather thanof fine llterature ;and Melanie, tenuousin
ways not attrlbutable to her poor health, represents
a concession,
to rare qualities discredited for this authors art by her inabiIity
to gwe them true embodiment. If Miss Mitchell is able, later,
to master the wide slgnificances implicit in her own material,
and to convey her ideahsmas something more than a soporific,
she may yet demonstrate the mature humanity absent
in the
works of so many among us who are disillusioned in that
adolescent fashion whichfollows a first boast of understanding
and belief.
EVELYN SCOTT
more in-
clined to justlfy an obscure motive than to let us see for OUKselves whatever he has =done. Where Rousseau sustains a
narrative and is often vivid and concise, Mr. Murry is fragmentary, covering what appears to be a lapse of memory with
a surplus of words: and always between the reader and the
event that Mr. Murry is trying to recall there floats the tenuous substancewhich is Mr. Murrys principal concern-his
soul. On themere evidence of thisAutobiography I believe that no psychiatrist, however expert, however -wary,
could determine how much of what is written here is literally
true or false, howmuch is wish-fulfilment or trueconfession. I raise this doubt because a few of the more specific
passages in this testimony are subtle contradictions of equally
specific passages in H. S . Edes Savage Messiah and D. H.
Lawrences letters. Since Mr. Murrysnarrative is Impeded
by hazy reference interlardedwith Bergsonian commentary
on soul and instinct, lifeandloveand
letters, my greatest
pity for the mans misfortunes is related to his inability to
tell a convincing story.
Despitethe vagaries whichattended thewriting of Mr.
Murrys autobiography, the book has its unique, if somewliat
perverse, fascination as a record of literary life in war-tlme
London. The moral sickness of its characters, as it reflects
the ambitions of middle-class professional life, seems to correspondwith the very corruption that I. A. Richardsdescribes when he speaks of the destructive element. Mr.
Murrys early admiration of Frank Harris is illustrative of .
Art
that corruption, the pitiful quarrel with Gaudier-Brzeska, in
whlchMr.Murry
becomes righteous inhisdenial that the
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF J O H N M I D D L E T O N MU R R Y:
artist
should
be
paid
forhis
drawings, is anotherexample
BETWEEN T W O WORLDS. Jullan Messner. $3.
of the same kind. Katherine Mansfields isolation, taking its
D. H . L A W R E N C E : A PERSONAL RECORD. By E. T.
refugebehind the barriers of self-pityand petty-bourgeois
Withan Introduction by J. MiddletonMurry.Knight
snobbery, seems even further evidence t h a t a false set of
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ethical values closely circumscribed andalmost
smothered
IS shown, one
HEN D. H Lawrence wrote, I always saymy motto the frultlon of a minor talent. After all this
does not wonderthat D. H. Lawrence Immersed himself
is Art for my sake, * he set down what seemed to be
within and then grew restless of such company, for the moral
the perfect doctrme for those dlvlne amateurs of his own
sickness of the Murry-Lawrence circle was of the world that
generation. In his earller work John Middleton Murry pracwas tainted with myself.
tlced this doctrine so assiduously that he became the favored
As nota few of Lawrences biographers testify, his life
scapegoat of the classicists, for in readmg himthey had but to
was a serles of escapes from places and emotional entanglepoint to warn, and the disastrous results were all too plain. It
ments, from relatives, friends, lovers, and even casual literary
may be said that Mr. Murrys autoblography is a contlnuation
assoaates. In the wake of broken relationships many tributes
of his books on God and Jesus, Keats and Shakespeare, his
to his memory have been written, and not the least of these
Son of Woman and his Memories of D . H. Lawrence;
is E. T.s personal record of his early manhood. E. T. was the
the troubled voice is heard throughout them all; itis the same
man speakmgIf-his earlyrriticlsmxthe-confession-of-the soul - ---Miriam-of -Sons-and- Eovers,Y-.the .person.~to..whom.~e_m-_
sisted, It will fall to you to write my epitaph." And here
at large among the
masterpleces (which Isuspect It I S ) , certalnly
it is, a slender book, recalling the atmosphere of The Wild
his present book is a confession of the soul at large among the
Common andotherpoems
of thatperiod as wellas-of
artists. To Mr. Murry, Gaudier-Brzeska, D. H. Lawrence, and
TheWhite Peacock. Curiously enough,the book almost
his own wife, Katherine Mansfield, were difficult people ; and
the fact thath e too was difficult, as well as they, may be counted - transcends Its biographlcal Importance, for its actual value
lies In acarefulstudy
of adolescent love. Itsnarratwedisas one of his prlmary motives for writing hls autobiography.
closes how Lawrence and E. T. were lovers and then slowly
Mr. Murry, a poor boy, climbing by scholarships to Christs
outgrew eachother-and
the simplepresentation
of the
HospitalandOxford,
vislbly increased his sense of s o c d
story possesses very nearly e v e q merit that John1 Middleton
insemrlty on the way upward,untllatlast
he landed in a
Murrys elaborate confesslon lacks. E. T. has the abillty to
dark space between two worlds. It is apitiable hlstory
select those slgnificant episodes that reveal her heros charof maladjustmentthat Mr. Murry recltes to us again;and
acter, an ability by which we are made willing to accept her
again it IS evident that it was wrltten to salvage the remains
Lawrence in preference to Mr. Murrys. In her recollectton
of a pale shadow that Mr. Murry calls his soul.
of a literary dinner at the home of Violet Hunt one plainly
Mr. Murrys Engllsh reviewers have generously compared
sees how Lawrence outgrew hls provincial origins. His dishis latest book with the confessions of Rousseau, forgettmg
trust of Hueffer(FordMadorFord)
was characteristic of
as they did so the reasons why the first memorable aut&
that
growth;
whCreas
E.
T.,
growing
more
firmly rooted in
biography of modern times is as much alive today as in the
Nottinghamshiresoil,
was to remain in awe of literary
hour in whlch it was composed. Where Rousseau is concrete,
for My Sake