#e m forster

[nobeerreviews]

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

-- E. M. Forster

(Copenhagen, Denmark)

[spending-life-pretending]

My favorite part of the book Maurice that gets cut from the movie because they reorder the final two scenes is when Maurice has to stop himself from telling Clive he literally just finished having sex with Alec in the boathouse

[nyloncurtains]

i need people to stop acting like maurice is a tragic gay love story with a sad ending bc it’s not. it is a story of love persevering in spite of the homophobic standards of upper class edwardian society. its about hope for a better future and two queer men loving eachother unashamedly. e.m forster gave maurice a happy ending because it’s what queer people deserve, even though he knew it was unlikely in 1914.

just because clive and maurice don’t end up together, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have a happy ending. stop alec erasure.

[sunsfawn]

IM DOING IT IM DOING IT IM COLOURING TRUST MEE also i see a few ppl reblogging my last post of this art i love you guys hiiii <3

EDIT: I POSTED THE FINISHED ONE HERE

[edandstede]

Begun 1913. Finished 1914. Dedicated to a Happier Year.

Details of my UK first edition of Maurice by E. M. Forster, first published in 1971 by Edward Arnold Publishers Ltd.

[sunthroughdarkclouds]

Helena Bonham-Carter as Lucy Honeychurch in Room with a View (1985) directed by James Ivory

[designforliving1933]

Typescript of the 1932 version of Maurice by E M Forster, with autograph manuscript alterations and additions made c. 1959

© The Provost and Scholars of King’s College, Cambridge and The Society of Authors as the E.M. Forster Estate

[dzgrizzle]

“Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”

~ from Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

This is my only New Year's Resolution for 2024. I'm not a smoker, so I will substitute coffee for that part. Occasionally absinthe.

Check out all my links here: https://linktr.ee/dzgrizzle

UPDATED: (1) Selfie in front of Gallery Espresso on Chippewa Square in Savannah, Georgia (2) My new tattoo on my left inner forearm (February 2024): “only connect,” the epigraph of Howards End by my favorite writer E.M. Forster, and really the theme of all his novels (including Maurice, my favorite novel). Typewriter font. Inked by James Tuck.

[atlanticistic]

anyone who could write a book about E. M. Forster and not be aware of his intense, almost religious, faggotry is not much in the way of a critic

- Gore Vidal (in: Palimpsest, 2002) on Forster's biographrer Lionel Trilling who in 1943 wrote a whole ass book on him, without noticing he was gay

[relovutionn]

those who get it, get it

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

I believe in aristocracy, though — if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos. Thousands of them perish in obscurity, a few are great names. They are sensitive for others as well as for themselves, they are considerate without being fussy, their pluck is not swankiness but the power to endure, and they can take a joke.

—E M Forster, "What I Believe," The Nation, July 16, 1938

[guiltyonsundays]

If Maurice and Lady Chatterley’s Lover have taught me anything it’s that in the early 20th century the virgin English upper class were terrified of sex but that their chad working class gamekeepers fucked like champions

[branffro]

I think it’s really sad that we are all sleeping on this scene as a fandom and as a website!

Edit: the gif is from @maydays2

Not reposting this with any malice just really want to highlight this specific moment

[haventdecidedyet]

Thoughts about the opening chapter of Maurice (E.M. Forster) and the corresponding opening scene in the film. I find it simply poignant. I grew up completely inadequately educated about being LGBT so I can still relate to the experience of a boy in the 1910s and it makes me bitter. Love, sex and relationships are presented; here they are, these are your basic facts about being an adult human and what's in store for you - oh, and by the way, it's heterosexual. There's nothing more to it. You tell a child about love and you're telling them (or showing them - which is why the total bias in media representation matters) it's about a man and a woman, they're going to learn and believe heterosexuality is what they must aspire to. Even if you mention some people are gay it's not enough if those people are always implied to be apart from us; it's never some of you might be gay, it's some people are gay.

Anyway, in Maurice, being gay isn't mentioned at all. He's told the relationship between man and woman is some fundamental thing he needs to know about and he will experience it and that's that. So obviously anyone reaching the crisis of their feelings conflicting with this presumed fact of life is going to find it so damn destroying and yeah, it might not actually kill you to have to totally reconfigure your view of the world and yourself, but it's unfair. Forget other people's opinion of them, what about how LGBT people are set up to struggle with their opinion of themselves.

'Liar, coward, he's told me nothing.'

[sunsfawn]

sorry this isn’t marauders related i just read and watched Maurice in under 48 hours

[peonies-and-dreams]

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.