Eric Blair, my favourite class traitor, and Robert Graves, a mythic poet share quite a bit. Public schools. The 20s and 30s. Atypical reactions to truth, women and reviewing.
What if we swapped them.
Imagine Blair with an Oxbridge captaincy in the war, a love of ancient cartoons, and a fascination with femdom vore that crept into his texts.
Imagine Graves with a lower middle class flinch, "too young too old," a Burmese loathing for empire, a commitment to truth-as-text only and simple methodology, and a momentary dalliance with real proletarian revolution leading to sentimental left labourism.
I, for one, anticipate Clergyman's Daughter and Aspidistra being better novels.
Yours,
Sam R.
What if we swapped them.
Imagine Blair with an Oxbridge captaincy in the war, a love of ancient cartoons, and a fascination with femdom vore that crept into his texts.
Imagine Graves with a lower middle class flinch, "too young too old," a Burmese loathing for empire, a commitment to truth-as-text only and simple methodology, and a momentary dalliance with real proletarian revolution leading to sentimental left labourism.
I, for one, anticipate Clergyman's Daughter and Aspidistra being better novels.
Yours,
Sam R.