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Robert Bernard Martin (1918–1999)

Autor(a) de Gerard Manley Hopkins: A Very Private Life

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Nome de batismo
Martin, Robert Bernard
Data de nascimento
1918-09-11
Data de falecimento
1999-11-29
Sexo
male
Nacionalidade
USA
Local de nascimento
La Harpe, Illinois, USA
Local de falecimento
Madison, Wisconsin, USA
Locais de residência
Oxford, Oxfordshire, England, UK
Educação
University of Iowa (A.B.)
Harvard University
Oxford University (B.Litt.)
Organizações
Princeton University (Professor)

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The one thing everyone knows about Edward FitzGerald (1809-1883) is that he translated Omar Khayyam. Which makes you picture him, knowing nothing else about him, as a Burton-like figure crossing deserts on his camel and smoking a hookah. So it's a bit of a shock to discover that the person responsible for bringing the glass-of-wine-beneath-the-boughness of the Orient into so many British and American readers' lives was neither a traveller nor a serious scholar, but actually lived a relatively reclusive life, most of it in rural Suffolk, dabbling in this and that as the fancy took him. He didn't produce any other significant published works apart from the Omar Khayyam translations during his lifetime, but he was one of the great letter-writers of an age of great letter-writers, and had a voluminous correspondence with all sorts of interesting people, not least Thackeray, Alfred and Frederick Tennyson, Fanny Kemble and the Carlyles.

FitzGerald's life seems to have been shaped to a great extent by his uncomfortable relationship with the very wealthy family he was born into: his inherited wealth made it unnecessary for him ever to think about a serious career, but he was clearly embarrassed by his mother's conspicuous consumption and his father's disastrous business ventures, staying away from his relatives as much as he decently could and spending as little as possible on himself, eating simply and going to considerable lengths to avoid making work for his servants.

FitzGerald's sexuality is obviously something of a puzzle, but Martin seems somewhat over-fastidious in his refusal to draw any conclusions at all. If you put together the evidence of a string of intense, possessive friendships with men from outside his own social and intellectual circle, a tendency to pick up fishermen, an obvious lack of interest in women, and a brief and disastrous attempt at marriage rather late in life, it seems to be pretty obvious which way FitzGerald was inclined. From his friends' reactions when he told them about his plans to marry Miss Barton, it's clear that - even in an age where there was no socially acceptable discourse for talking about homosexuality - they had drawn their own conclusions. Martin also hints that the Lowestoft fishermen were joking openly about his motives for hanging about the port. There's also the telling observation that whilst the poet's love-objects in Omar Khayyam's original text are sometimes male and sometimes female, FitzGerald avoids specifying any genders at all in his translations. Hmm.

Martin gives a very clear, amused yet affectionate account of FitzGerald's life, avoiding drowning us in facts and quotations, but doing a good job of explaining his strange, elusive character to us and showing us why he thinks him worthy of our attention. The bad news is that reading this book isn't going to get me out of reading the letters as well...
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thorold | Jul 24, 2016 |
1632 Tennyson: The Unquiet Heart, by Robert Bernard Martin (read 11 May 1981) This book must rank as one of the great biographies I have read. It lacks little or nothing required for a great biography. Various of Tennyson's poems--Charge of the Light Brigade, The Brook, Locksley Hall, Tears, Idle Tears, Crossing the Bar--I have known by heart, and in my naive way some of his poetry I cannot fail to think surpassingly and unendingly beauteous. He was born Aug 6, 1809, at Somersby and died at 1:35 A.M. Oct 6, 1892. He never had any job other than writing, it would appear, and made a very good living at it. I could quote striking lines at great length, but a poem written after his son Lionel's death was new to me. It is entitled "To the Marquis of Dufferin and Ava and a line in the following verse thereof is sheerly great, I think:
"Beneath a hard Arabian moon
And alien stars. To question why
The sons before the father die,
Not mine! and I may meet him soon.
This book has been a sheer joy to read, though it paints the warts on Tennyson so clearly one cannot admire him much as a man. But it was all a biography should be.
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