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Theodore Francis Powys (1875-1953) Author of a remarkable Trinity of Novels: Mr. Weston's Good Wine, Unclay, and Kindness in a Corner as well as the extraordinary Fables
"These stories treat of the general and unalterable, with subtlety of thought and feeling, and with simplicity of presentation. Wisdom and humour are embedded in them. They reveal the infinite mystery, the fluid inconsistencies of life. They are delicate, wiry and human. God's eyes are a-twinkle; but the main business is the incalculable doings of that oddity, Man. ... Powys's unorthodox version of Christianity reveals strands of mysticism, quietism, and pantheism, but the major influence upon him was the Bible, and he claimed that Religion 'is the only subject I know anything about'. Sometimes savage, often lyrical, his novels and stories explore universal themes of Love, Death, Good and Evil within the microcosm of the rural world. In spite of the apparent realism of his settings, Powys is a symbolist and allegorist". (From the Preface to God's Eyes A-Twinkle by Charles Prentice.) The greatest value of his work is in showing that it is still possible to write about the primordial human experiences to which religion is a response...Very few 20th-century authors have the knack of writing convincingly of first and last things. - John Gray, New Statesman
UNCLAY, the author’s last novel and final masterpiece is a work of great originality and imagination. 'Unclay, the most affectively powerful of Powys's novels, much bleaker than MR. WESTON'S GOOD WINE (and less popular in consequence) but at least equal to it in literary worth.' – Barron 'In my view, Unclay is Powys's crowning achievement, since it contains the fullest artistic expression of his meditations on life, beauty, evil, love, and death.' - Marius Buning (author of T.F. Powys: A Modern Allegorist) From Chapter Four of Unclay: ‘Tell me your name,’ asked Mr Hayhoe, who began to think that the poor man must have escaped from a madhouse, ‘so that, if I have the good fortune to discover your property, I may be able to restore to you what you have lost.’ ‘My name is Death,’ answered the man. ‘A Suffolk family?’ rejoined Mr Hayhoe, ‘for I know a village in that county where your name is common, and I have seen it too written upon a tombstone in this neighbourhood. But I trust you will not think me rude if I ask you to tell me your Christian name too?’ ‘I have never had one,’ replied Death simply, ‘though in coming here this morning I met a little girl who made fun of my beard and called me “John".’
From the opening chapter of Innocent Birds: 'A village is like a stage that retains the same scenery throughout all the acts of the play. The actors come and go, and walk to and fro, with gestures that their passions fair or foul use them to. Sometimes the human beings who occupy the stage, that is, the farms and village cottages, remain the same—or almost the same—for many years; sometimes they change more quickly. A country village has a way now and again of clearing out all its inhabitants in one rush, as though it were grown tired of that particular combination of human destinies, and shakes itself free of them as a tree might do of unwelcome leaves. This shake comes perhaps like the last trump, with a loud noise; as when Farmer Mew set afire his gunpowder, and so caused the people to go off in all directions: some far and some near, but all bent on going.'
From Soliloquies of a Hermit: 'Though not of the Church, I am of the Church. Though not of the faith, I am of the faith. Though not of the fold, I am of the fold; a priest in the cloud of God, beside the Altar of Stone. Near beside me is a flock of real sheep; above me a cloud of misty white embraces the noonday light of the Altar. I am without a belief; — a belief is too easy a road to God.'
A man who rarely left home or travelled in a car, who claimed to love monotony, and who 'never gave so much as a sunflower-seed for the busy, practical life' - this was Theodore Francis Powys. He ran his own farm, White House Farm at Sweffling, Suffolk (1895 -1901) before "retiring" to Dorset, determined to write. In 1904, he settled in East Chaldon, 'the most hidden village in Dorset', and there he remained until 1940, when the war drove him inland to Mappowder. In 1905, he married Violet Rosalie Dodds, a local girl; they had two sons and an adopted daughter. Powys's unorthodox version of Christianity reveals strands of mysticism, quietism, and pantheism, but the major influence upon him was the Bible, and he claimed that Religion 'is the only subject I know anything about'. Sometimes savage, often lyrical, his novels and stories explore universal themes of Love, Death, Good and Evil within the microcosm of the rural world. In spite of the apparent realism of his settings, Powys is a symbolist and allegorist. Key works include Soliloquies of a Hermit, Mr Weston's Good Wine, and Unclay; his Fables and short stories are also much admired.
Currently in print: Mr Weston's Good Wine, Kindness in a Corner, Unclay, Soliloquies of a Hermit, Father Adam, The Market Bell, Mock’s Curse, The Sixpenny Strumpet, Selected Early Works of T. F. Powys Mr Powys is not a writer for everybody, but I am sure he is a writer for posterity. - Sylvia Townsend Warner |
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GOAT GREEN T.F. Powys |
A Powys Society Meeting |
FABLES T.F. Powys |
ASPECTS OF A LIFE J. Lawrence Mitchell |
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