Originally published in 1945, this book of poetic prose encapsulates former journalist Elizabeth Smart’s relationship with poet George Barker. Instantly, upon picking up a book of his poetry while browsing through a London bookshop, Smart fell in love with the poet. They would soon begin an indulgent love affair during which she gave birth to four of his children. He, however, remained legally married to his wife. This tale of passionate but fanatical love is a modern reflection of the Romantic poets.
Accompanied in this edition by The Assumption of the Rogues and Rascals, a short novel that may be read as its sequel, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept has been hailed by critics worldwide as a work of sheer genius.
Foreword by Brigid Brophy
|Publisher:||Ulverscroft Large Print Books, Ltd.|
|Product dimensions:||4.33(w) x 5.51(h) x (d)|
About the Author
After the war, Elizabeth Smart supported herself and her family with journalism and advertising work. In 1963 she became literary and associate editor of Queen magazine but subsequently dropped out of the literary scene to live quietly in a remote part of Suffolk. Elizabeth Smart died in 1986.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If there is such a thing as beauty in fiction, there is more beauty in a reality glazed with poetry and written on the harp of pain and suffering. That suffering comes from the exquisite insight into love and loss that Ms. Smart rends in this, her only true work of prose interspersed with such agonies and poetry, reminding us that life is more than a shell, but a rainbow of feelings not to be suppressed or withheld, but to be called out in the night, heart beating with desire and temptation. The bravery of this writer to depict her own life, miserable, wretched and self-induced, is not only revealing that underworld of 'the affair' but appreciation in living in this world despite agonies and unrequited love. I dare anyone to challenge the beauty and longing this book lays bare, and I would wish that it not be dismissed as fanciful or rhetoric alone, but to be placed amongst the very finest of novels, Madame Bovery, Cheri and the Last of Cheri and Tipping the Velvet among them. This novel will stay with you like coffee and cigarettes, long after the last sip you will wonder, and feel, and feel so much, it is surely a song worthy.
'By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept' is an intoxicating and enchanting literary gift that weaves the tangles of a true romantic tale as no other prose has. This book fills the space from which the Author was wanting for a lifetime. Like a cuisinary masterpiece, each word must be savoured and each succulent sentence digested slowly and purposely. I found myself simultaneously mystified and in a state of revelation. If you don't like it, you don't get it.