Sunday, May 8, 2011
There's an emotional and spiritual vagueness to Howard's End, a kind of murky sense of half-felt emotion that I associate with Bloomsbury, turn-of-the-century literature. Victorian certainty has begun to erode but it isn't gone altogether, and the hard clear lines of Modernism haven't yet emerged. It's a strange era and the book has that strangeness about it. I don't entirely know what to make of it.