People, artists, writers get evaluated and re-evaluated over time. There are a number who flourish and then wane, only to become new again. If the writing suits you to read, what matters what others think?
We had an ongoing debate in my department about whether _Vanity Fair_ has any kind of real hero (or heroine) . . . I haven't read his poetry before now; this one is delightful and accords with my own views perfectly (except that I don't drink ale). Thanks for the interesting discussion of Thackeray's background and his relation to Horace.
Yeah, the point about Thackeray's reputation is interesting (I recall reading somewhere many years ago that at the start of the 20th century, The History of Henry Esmond was being talked about as one of the greatest English language novels ever). Catherine Peters discusses that a little bit in the early part of her biography of Thackeray; the irony that in his time the intensity of his cynicism was often criticized, but somehow then he was posthumously reimagined as some kind of avatar of Victorian middle class values.
People, artists, writers get evaluated and re-evaluated over time. There are a number who flourish and then wane, only to become new again. If the writing suits you to read, what matters what others think?
We had an ongoing debate in my department about whether _Vanity Fair_ has any kind of real hero (or heroine) . . . I haven't read his poetry before now; this one is delightful and accords with my own views perfectly (except that I don't drink ale). Thanks for the interesting discussion of Thackeray's background and his relation to Horace.
Always happy to meet a triple meter.
Yeah, the point about Thackeray's reputation is interesting (I recall reading somewhere many years ago that at the start of the 20th century, The History of Henry Esmond was being talked about as one of the greatest English language novels ever). Catherine Peters discusses that a little bit in the early part of her biography of Thackeray; the irony that in his time the intensity of his cynicism was often criticized, but somehow then he was posthumously reimagined as some kind of avatar of Victorian middle class values.