I might be running out of steam on my unplanned trip down through British writers coping with the declining empire. Years ago I took a wonderful class about British Empire and Masculinity in 20th century literature. Most of it was homefront literature and some of it was richer than others. We read things like The Jewel in the Crown and Alan Silitoe and Philip Larkin, but the discussions were more interesting. I think this book would fit right into this field. Joseph Conrad is a […]
And after all, one does not die of it.” “Die of what?” I asked swiftly. “Of being afraid.
Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
