Max Beerbohm, self-caricature, c.1897.
Caricaturist of some note and essayist beyond compare, Max Beerbohm (1872–1956) was one of those serenely talented Victorian aesthetes one not only doesn’t see anymore, one can barely imagine walking the planet. He understood that one of the great rules of writing is this: Never let them see you sweat. If you make it seem easy, that relaxes the reader.
Not that it wasn’t work. Beerbohm:
Writing, as a means of expression, has to compete with talking. The...
Published on August 02, 2015 05:00