, xxii, 244 pages, with frontispiece and 27 illustrations drawn by Max Beerbom, SIGNED and dedicated and with notes by Rupert Hart-Davis on the front free endpaper
Ever-present name at the end of the 19th, beginning of the 20th (or beginningS, since it went on for a few decades). I knew nothing about him except through others, I know more now but you don't really read those for facts about the writer, more for a picture of the times. AS he knew everyone, ad everyone knew him, that's cool. As he was a man of the world, not a bad word would cross his lips. As he was at the center of intellectual life, he was complimentary to everyone, and everyone was complimentary to him. So, expect not some juice anecdote about Pound, or Eliot, or whoever; do expect some quips from Shaw, or stories about this or that artist. It's self-deprecating, not very revealing, humble...and forgetable.