Richard Davenporthines

What E.M. Forster didn’t do

A review of Arctic Summer, by Damon Galgut. Portraying the novelist as a fusty, virginal defeatist doesn't make for thrilling fiction

An almost masochistic docility: E.M. Forster in his youth [Getty Images/Shutterstock/iStock/Alamy]

  • Arctic Summer

    Damon Galgut

    Atlantic Books, pp. 352

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