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That luncheon party - for party it proved to be - was the beginning of a new epoch in my life. I went there uncertainly, for it was foreign ground and there was a tiny, priggish, warning voice in my ear which in the tones of Collins told me it was seemly to hold back. But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognised apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew, had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.
-Evelyn Waugh
Brideshead Revisited
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Evelyn Waugh:
Brideshead Revisited
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Henry Miller:
Tropic of Cancer
Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch |
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John Fante:
Dreams From Bunker Hill
Full of Life
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Arthur Machen:
The Hill of Dreams |
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Jean Rhys:
Good Morning, Midnight
Wide Sargasso Sea
After Leaving Mr MacKenzie |
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Thomas Mann:
The Magic Mountain
Death In Venice |
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Nancy Mitford:
The Pursuit of Love
Love In a Cold Climate |
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Mildred Walker:
Winter Wheat |
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Graham Greene:
Our Man In Havana |
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Dodie Smith:
I Capture the Castle |
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Hermann Hesse:
Peter Camenzind |
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G K Chesterton:
Napoleon of Notting Hill |
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Virginia Woolf:
Mrs Dalloway
To the Lighthouse
Orlando |
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E M Forster:
Howard's End |
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Budd Schulberg:
What Makes Sammy Run? |
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Nathanael West:
The Day of the Locust |
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