That’s what E.M. Forster said on the first page in Howards End.
And at the Introduction by Benjamin DeMott… “the only living novelist who can be read again and again and who, after each reading, give me… the sensation of having learned something.”
E.M. Forster is not the easiest author to adapt to the screen as so much is left unsaid. The plot itself was always of secondary import to Forster, a Fabian who truly was a social commentator.
It’s bluebells season in Vancouver now! Remind me so much about a scene in the 1992 film Howards End by Ivory and Merchant when Samuel West character Leonard Bast walking right out of London into a bluebells wood.
I learned to love the bluebells.
Edward Morgan Forster January 1, 1879 — June 7, 1970
