Edith Sitwell — Wyndham Lewis

Edith Sitwell 1923-35 by Wyndham Lewis 1882-1957

Edith Sitwell, 1923–35 by Wyndham Lewis (1882–1957)

La Suerte — Wyndham Lewis

La Suerte 1938 by Wyndham Lewis 1882-1957

La Suerte 1938, by Wyndham Lewis (1882–1957)

La Suerte — Wyndham Lewis


Ezra Pound — Wyndham Lewis

Nude 1 — Wyndham Lewis


The Reader — Wyndham Lewis

“Joyce” — Ezra Pound

“Joyce” by Ezra Pound

Despite the War, despite the paper shortage, and despite those old-established publishers whose god is their belly and whose god-father was the late F.T. Palgrave, there is a new edition of James Joyce’s “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.”

It is extremely gratifying that this book should have “reached its fourth thousand,” and the fact is significant in just so far as it marks the beginning of a new phase of English publishing, a phase comparable to that started in France some years ago by the Mercure.

The old houses, even those, or even more those, which once had a literary tradition, or at least literary pretensions, having ceased to care a damn about literature, the lovers of good writing have “struck”; have sufficiently banded themselves together to get a few good books into print, and even into circulation. The actual output is small in bulk, a few brochures of translations, Eliot’s “Prufrock,” Joyce’s “A Portrait,” and Wyndham Lewis’ “Tarr,” but I have it on good authority that at least one other periodical will start publishing its authors after the War, so there are new rods in pickle for the old fat-stomached contingent and for the cardboard generation.

Joyce’s “A Portrait” is literature; it has become almost the prose bible of a few people, and I think I have encountered at least three hundred admirers of the book, certainly that number of people who, whether they “like” it or not, are wholly convinced of its merits. Continue reading ““Joyce” — Ezra Pound”