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    Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties
    Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties
    Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties
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    Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties

    By Max Beerbohm

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    Release dateNov 25, 2013
    Enoch Soames: a memory of the eighteen-nineties
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    Max Beerbohm

    Sir Henry Maximilian Beerbohm (1872-1956) was an English essayist, parodist, and caricaturist. Going by the name of Max Beerbohm, he became known for his big personality and humor. Beerbohm began writing while being educated at the Charterhouse School and then at Merton College, Oxford. However, as he was not an enthusiastic student, Beerbohm dropped out of school when he became popular in social circles. He continued his career as a writer, illustrator and later worked as a radio broadcaster. Beerbohm released several collections of his work, including short fiction, caricature sketches, and one novel.

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      Enoch Soames - Max Beerbohm

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Enoch Soames, by Max Beerbohm

      This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net

      Title: Enoch Soames A Memory of the Eighteen-nineties

      Author: Max Beerbohm

      Posting Date: July 23, 2008 [EBook #760] Release Date: December, 1996

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENOCH SOAMES ***

      Produced by Judith Boss.

      Enoch Soames

      A Memory of the Eighteen-nineties

      By

      MAX BEERBOHM

      When a book about the literature of the eighteen-nineties was given by Mr. Holbrook Jackson to the world, I looked eagerly in the index for Soames, Enoch. It was as I feared: he was not there. But everybody else was. Many writers whom I had quite forgotten, or remembered but faintly, lived again for me, they and their work, in Mr. Holbrook Jackson's pages. The book was as thorough as it was brilliantly written. And thus the omission found by me was an all the deadlier record of poor Soames's failure to impress himself on his decade.

      I dare say I am the only person who noticed the omission. Soames had failed so piteously as all that! Nor is there a counterpoise in the thought that if he had had some measure of success he might have passed, like those others, out of my mind, to return only at the historian's beck. It is true that had his gifts, such as they were, been acknowledged in his lifetime, he would never have made the bargain I saw him make—that strange bargain whose results have kept him always in the foreground of my memory. But it is from those very results that the full piteousness of him glares out.

      Not my compassion, however, impels me to write of him. For his sake, poor fellow, I should be inclined to keep my pen out of the ink. It is ill to deride the dead. And how can I write about Enoch Soames without making him ridiculous? Or, rather, how am I to hush up the horrid fact that he WAS ridiculous? I shall not be able to do that. Yet, sooner or later, write about him I must. You will see in due course that I have no option. And I may as well get the thing done now.

      In the summer term of '93 a bolt from the blue flashed down on Oxford. It drove deep; it hurtlingly embedded itself in the soil. Dons and undergraduates stood around, rather pale, discussing nothing but it. Whence came it, this meteorite? From Paris. Its name? Will Rothenstein. Its aim? To do a series of twenty-four portraits in lithograph. These were to be published from the Bodley Head, London. The matter was urgent. Already the warden of A, and the master of B, and the Regius Professor of C had meekly sat. Dignified and doddering old men who had never consented to sit to any one could not withstand this dynamic little stranger. He did not sue; he invited: he did not invite; he commanded. He was twenty-one years old. He wore spectacles that flashed more than any other pair ever seen. He was a wit. He was brimful of ideas. He knew Whistler. He knew Daudet and the Goncourts. He knew every one in Paris. He knew them all by heart. He was Paris in Oxford. It was whispered that, so soon as he had polished off his selection of dons, he was going to include a few undergraduates. It was a proud day for me when I—I was included. I liked Rothenstein not less than I feared him; and there arose between us a friendship that has grown ever warmer, and been more and more valued by me, with every passing year.

      At the end of term he settled in, or, rather, meteoritically into, London. It was to him I owed my first knowledge of that forever-enchanting little world-in-itself, Chelsea, and my first acquaintance with Walter Sickert and other August elders who dwelt there. It was Rothenstein that took me to see, in Cambridge Street, Pimlico, a young man

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