An Appreciation of Henry Green

Typically, I didn't discover Henry Green through reviews, a college class, or a bookstore display. Somebody left Blindness in the record store I worked in and, after it spent sufficient time in the lost and found box, I took it home one night when I'd run out of stuff to read.

The British upper-class landscape was familiar from Waugh, Powell, and Huxley, but the language was fresh and almost baffling. I loved it.

I became convinced that admirers of Green quite possibly might be promoting his work by leaving books scattered around for receptive minds to discover—a viral marketing scheme set in motion long before I'd ever heard of such a thing. Hey, it could happen.

Click the link for a nice introduction.

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