About John Cowper Powys
Elinore Blaisdell
‘Happy 150th to John Cowper Powys. What a remarkable writer from a remarkable family.
His monumental, immersive, cosmi-comic novels have been great companions to me on life's road - reminding me that everything is stranger, absurder, and more sublime than it may at first appear’. — Kevan Manwaring
‘I read A Glastonbury Romance when I was 16 and it changed my life’. — The Reverend Richard Coles (quoted 29 Sep 2022 on BBC R3 Arts & Ideas)
‘I recall with great clarity the first time I encountered Powys, which was through Wolf Solent: I had never heard of either, which was shameful as I attended the same Cambridge college as him and he is the only great novelist Corpus has ever produced. I was lent the book to pass a long train journey from Scotland to London and from the very first paragraph I was gripped. I read it in one sitting, sitting up into the night once I returned home to finish it. It embodies all Powys’s greatest characteristics: his profound understanding of human nature, his deep association with the English countryside (from which by then he had been estranged for nearly 30 years) and consonance with the English people; his relationship with mysticism and his atavistic regard for the past. But beyond that, his prose is perfect. It is one of the truly great English novels and should be a central part of our literary canon. I do not doubt that one day it will be’ — Simon Heffer.
‘Everyone who has enjoyed and benefited from his work will celebrate John Cowper Powys’s 150th anniversary this year. Of all twentieth-century novelists writing in English, he seems to me the one who most liberates the mind of the reader from conventional views of the human world. Subscribing to no orthodoxy, he conveys experience in all its miscellaneous variety, contradictions and strangeness. Capturing subtle and fleeting sensations, he has been described as the Dorset Proust. But John Cowper Powys is not only an intrepid explorer of the human scene. He leads the reader out into the numinous green woods and fields, the wind and the skies, and points to the unfathomable reaches beyond. No writer seems to me more needed, and more invigorating, in our unsettled times.’ — John Gray
‘The one author I could not live without is John Cowper Powys.’ — Bernard Cornwell
‘Powys cultivated this gift, the recognition of self in natural forms, to a higher peak that any other writer of his generation. He knew that these mountains are more than a geological accident. They cannot be explained in terms of upthrust and earth movement: the knife of ice. It is the biological kinship that interested him. That the hills contain the old gods, are moulded to the shape of their bones. And it was here, in the stereoscopic loops of this vision, that all the mythologies fused and became one, were taken into the swift bloodstream of Powys’s prose.’ — Iain Sinclair
‘Powys is, with Milton and Blake, one of the foremost imaginers and narrators of the transcendent in the language.’ — George Steiner
‘Wolf Solent is one of the very greatest 20th century novels ... because it renders in an apparently traditional, fictional form some of the most distinctive and elusive experiences of late modern times.’ — John Gray
‘A genius — a fearless writer, who writes with reckless passion.’ — Margaret Drabble
‘JCP’s explorations into consciousness were not, of course, confined to human relations. Perhaps his most significant authorial achievement was the astonishing reach of his empathic sensitivity in presenting the natural world — animal, vegetable, mineral, climatic and cosmic — as a sentient concourse of living intelligence with which human life is always, whether consciously or unconsciously, vitally interactive, and on which our sanity and survival depend.’ — Lindsay Clarke
‘Powys evoked the English landscape with an almost sexual intensity. Hardy comes to mind, but a Hardy drunk and feverish with mystical exuberance.’ — Philip Pullman
‘If one were to figure out a visual symbol of Powys’s total accomplishment, it would be, I suppose,a Cerne Giant, backed by granite, body swathed in mists and cudgel resting on earth; an expression combining the tormented thought of Dostoievsky and the laughter of Rabelais; eyes raised from Sea to Aether, head gilded by the Sun.’ — G. Wilson Knight
‘To encounter [Powys] ... is to arrive at the very fount of creation. He makes us witness of the consuming fire which rages throughout the universe entire and which gives not warmth nor enlightenment, but enduring vision, enduring strength, and enduring courage.’ — Henry Miller
‘John Cowper Powys is a powerful genius, whose novels stir us deeply. A Glastonbury Romance is his masterpiece.’ — Annie Dillard
‘Powys talks about the point of view of mud, the point of view of flowers, the real essence of things, King Arthur, the village people, men, women, children, animals — everything.’ — Gail Godwin
‘After a few pages ... if the Powys magic works upon the reader, he or she will find themselves absorbed, fascinated, enriched. And when the novel is done, a strange feeling is left with the reader. you do not merely feel that you have read a great literary masterpiece ... you feel that you have made a friend. For all his larking about, his assumption of mage’s robes, his deliberate offensiveness, he proves, as the years go by, to be a wise friend, and a cheering one.’ — A. N. Wilson
Elinore Blaisdell
The first of the great novels of John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent caused quite a stir when it debuted in 1929, garnering praise from many of the top writers of the day including Conrad Aiken and Theodore Dreiser. Wolf Solent has been frequently republished in Britain and America, most recently in paperback by Penguin in Britain.
‘Often described as one of the greatest English novels of the twentieth century, John Cowper Powys’s epic Wolf Solent centres around the story of a young man returning to his roots in the West Country after ten years in London. Compelling, romantic and sensuous, it is peopled with memorable characters and filled with vivid, primitive descriptions of landscape. But beyond this powerful evocation of people and place, Wolf Solent is also a meditation on life and death, good and evil, body and soul, combining the earthy and everyday with the spiritual’. — Penguin Classics cover
‘The novel is a momentous piece of work . . . of transcendent interest and great beauty’. — The New York Times
‘At the striking of noon on a certain Fifth of March, there occurred within a causal radius of Brandon railway-station and yet beyond the deepest pools of emptiness between the uttermost stellar systems one of those infinitesimal ripples in the creative silence of the First Cause which always occur when an exceptional stir of heightened consciousness agitates any living organism in this astronomical universe. Something passed at that moment, a wave, a motion, a vibration, too tenuous to be called magnetic, too subliminal to be called spiritual, between the soul of a particular human being who was emerging from a third-class carriage of the twelve-nineteen train from London and the divine-diabolic soul of the First Cause of all life.’
John Cowper Powys has been acclaimed by some of the greatest minds of the past century, from Henry Miller (‘my first living idol’) to George Steiner (‘supreme in English fiction after Hardy’) to Robertson Davies (‘a great writer’). A Glastonbury Romance, first published in 1932, is regarded by many as his masterwork, an epic novel of terrific cumulative force and lyrical intensity. In it, he probes the mystical and spiritual ethos of the small English town of Glastonbury, and the effect upon its inhabitants of a mythical tradition from the remotest past of human history — the legend of the Grail. Powys's rich iconography interweaves the ancient with the modern, the historical with the legendary, and the imaginative within man with the natural world outside him to create a book of astonishing scope and beauty.
‘A truly extraordinary novel. It stands out indeed in a most astonishing way from the great mass of present-day fiction: a very earthquake of a book, bewildering, if you like, shocking, even infuriating, yet incontestably great.... It is a big book, an important book.’ — The Times
‘The only novel produced by an English writer that can fairly be compared with the fictions of Tolstoy and Dostoyevski.’ — George Steiner, The New Yorker
‘The book of the century.’ — Margaret Drabble, The Telegraph.
‘John Cowper Powys is a writer who changes how you see the world.’ — Michael Henderson, The Telegraph
Powys tells the story of Jobber Skald — a large, somewhat brutish man, obsessed with the urge to kill the local magnate of the town because of the man's contempt for the workers of the local quarry — and his redeeming love for Perdita Wane, a young girl from the Channel Islands. Weymouth Sands boasts a striking collection of human oddities including a famous clown, his mad brother, a naive Latin teacher, a young philosopher, and an abortionist.
‘It brings to mind the ... the romantic ferment of the film 'Les Enfants du Paradis' or ... one of the works of J.M.W. Turner.’ — The Observer
At the centre of the novel is the aptly named Dud No-man, a historical novelist widowed after a yearlong unconsummated marriage to a woman who continues to haunt him. Inspired by pity and his own deep loneliness, Dud takes Wizzie Ravelston, an itinerant circus performer, into his home and heart. Their awkward yet endearing efforts to create a life together unfold in counterpoint to the romantic and familial relationships that sizzle and simmer in the county town of Dorchester. Yet even as the characters in Maiden Castle struggle with the perplexities of love, desire and faith — readjusting their sights and affections — it is the looming fortress of Maiden Castle that exerts the otherworldly force that irrevocably determines the course of their lives.
‘His sense of encompassing nature and the living ever-present past, his power to convey curious states of mind, the beauty of his best writing, the exciting, erotic and cosmic scenes with which he alleviates his cosmic conceptions, could only come from a man possessed of superlative talent, genius, or (the word is inescapable with Powys) daemon’. — Times Literary Supplement
It is the year 1400, and Wales is on the brink of a bloody revolt. At a market fair on the banks of the River Dee, a mad rebel priest and his beautiful companion are condemned to be burned at the stake. To their rescue rides the unlikely figure of Rhisiart, a young Oxford scholar, whose fate will be entangled with that of Owen Glendower, the last true Prince of Wales — a man called, at times against his will, to fulfill the prophesied role of national redeemer. Psychologically complex, sensuous in its language, vivid in its evocation of a period shrouded by myth, ‘Owen Glendower’ tells a compelling story of war, love, and magic.
‘One of the most fascinating of all historical novels about one of the most tantalizing of historical figures’. — Jan Morris
“Porius stood upon the low square tower above the Southern Gate of Mynydd-y-Gaer, and looked down on the wide stretching valley below.” So begins one of the most unique novels of twentieth-century literature, by one of its most ‘extraordinary, neglected geniuses,’ said Robertson Davies of John Cowper Powys.
Powys thought Porius his masterpiece, but because of the paper shortage after World War II and the novel's lengthiness, he could not find a publisher for it. Only after he cut one-third from it was it accepted. The 2007 edition Porius: a Novel (Overlook, 2007) (also available on Kindle) not only brings Porius back into print, but makes the complete full-length book available to readers for the first time in the form Powys intended.
Set in the geographic confines of Powys's own homeland of Northern Wales, Porius takes place in the course of a mere eight October days in 499 A.D., when King Arthur — a key character in the novel, along with Myrddin Wyllt, or Merlin — was attempting to persuade the people of Britain to repel the barbaric Saxon invaders. Porius, the only child of Prince Einion of Edeyrnion, is the main character who is sent on a journey that is both historical melodrama and satirical allegory.
A complex novel, Porius is a mixture of mystery and philosophy on a huge narrative scale, as if Nabokov or Pynchon tried to compress Dostoevsky into a Ulyssean mold. Writing in The New Yorker, George Steiner has said of the abridged Porius that it “combines [a] Shakespearean-epic sweep of historicity with a Jamesian finesse of psychological detail and acuity. Faulkner's Absalom, Absalom!, which I believe to be the American masterpiece after Melville, is a smaller thing by comparison.”
This new, and first complete, edition of the novel substantiates both Steiner's judgement and Powys's claim for Porius as his masterpiece.
‘This mythical masterpiece ... There is comedy, Miltonic sublimity, chaos and confusion in equal measure ... fit to be compared both for ambition and achievement with Ulysses.’ — Times Literary Supplement
Published in 1934 following Weymouth Sands, Autobiography is a vital and uninhibited
self-portrait by one of the major literary figures of the twentieth century.
With unparalleled wit, candour, and lyricism, Powys, at the age of sixty, set
out to chronicle his life. He wrote: ‘I have tried to write my life as if I
were confessing to a priest, a philosopher, and a wise old woman. I have tried
to write it as if I were going to be executed when it was finished. I have
tried to write it as if I were both God and the Devil’. Autobiography conveys
Powys's contagious excitement of his discovery of books and men and his
unceasing discovery of himself, as well as fascinating reminiscences of the
remarkable journeys, both geographic and intellectual, of his life. His Autobiography is a
work that stands alone in autobiographical literature and is the one of the
most admired of his books.
‘I touch here upon what is to me one of the profoundest philosophical mysteries: I mean the power of the individual mind to create its own world, not in complete independence of what is called “the objective world,” but in a steadily growing independence of the attitudes of the minds toward this world. For what people call the objective world is really a most fluid, flexible, malleable thing. It is like the wine of the Priestess Bacbuc in Rabelais. It tastes differently; it is a different cosmos, to every man, woman, and child. To analyse this “objective world” is all very well, as long as you don't forget that the power to rebuild it by emphasis and rejection is synonymous with your being alive.’ P.62
‘We are all in secret fighting for our sanity’. P.249
‘What I really feel is a sickening pity for every sentient thing, victimized, as we all are, by the great sadist who created this world’. P.455
‘If it has happened, by the will of fate, that in your life the erotic element has not played the dominant part that it has in mine, you are at once luckier than I have been and less lucky! You have escaped a great deal of grotesque tragicomedy, but you have been deprived of many thrilling and rapturous expectations and perhaps also a few paradisic fulfillments’. P.480
‘Our unfortunate human nature has never been subjected to conditions quite so anti-pathetic to all the most interesting stimuli to poetic human feeling since the beginning of the world, as it has been subjected to in America’. P. 494-5
‘I consider how my deepest impulses are neither exactly sadistic nor masochistic or mystical or theatrical or quite sane or quite mad, that there ought to be coined a completely new formula for what I am; and perhaps this is true for every separate living soul.’ P.604
‘What we do is important; but it is less important than what we feel; for it is our feeling alone that is under the control of our will. In action we may be weak and clumsy blunderers, or on the other hand sometimes incompetent and sometimes competent. All this is largely beyond our control. What is not beyond our control is our feeling about it.’ P.626
‘One of the greatest 20th-century English novelists, John Cowper Powys is also the author of one of the greatest autobiographies ever written. Re-creating the lost worlds of late Victorian Dorset and early 20th-century America where he lived and worked, this mesmerisingly strange book shows Powys to be a kind of magical shape-shifter, eluding the reader — and perhaps himself — even as he engages the most reckless self-revelation. Read this Autobiography — you will never forget it.’ — John Gray, author of The Soul of the Marionette
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