Comrade Galsworthy

Our university library is very Soviet in its literary tastes. It’s got nothing. There’s one old copy of Jane Eyre. One!

But there are four shelves of John Galsworthy:

For those who don’t know, the English literature ended for the Soviet people with Galsworthy’s work. Nothing happened after him but he was HUGE. It was a big surprise for me that nobody in the English-speaking world knows of him. The Soviet people of my generation and before, though, know his novels by heart. On our first date, N and I debated Galsworthy. I can still quote whole passages.