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Feb 15, Mark rated it really liked it. It shows you a lot of the problems that WW1 soldiers had to see, and deal with. This new edition not only offers the original unrevised version of the prose narrative, written at white heat when Blunden was teaching in Japan and had no access to his notes, but provides a great deal of supplementary material never before gathered together.
Accessibility links Skip to article Skip to navigation. I suspect his is merely the self-deprecation of a youth who survived, unscathed, something so overwhelming. In In what is one of the finest autobiographies to come out of the First World War, the distinguished poet Edmund Blunden records his experiences as an infantry subaltern in France and Flanders.
This goes a long way towards explaining why these books give the impression of futility.
Views Read Edit View history. By his first marriage unsertones an impulsive wedding to Mary Daines, an year-old Newmarket girl — he had a daughter, Joy, who died at five weeks after being poisoned by contaminated milk. It furthers the University’s objective of excellence in research, scholarship, and education by publishing worldwide. Author, critic, and poet the latter which for which he is most well known Edmund Blunden was born in London, and educated at The Queen’s College at Oxford.
Undertones of War by Edmund Blunden
Peaceful little one, standest thou yet? Again and again in his poetry, life interrupts death; pleasure interrupts the horrors. Death could not kneel so, I thought, and approaching I ascertained with a sudden shrivelling of spirit that Death could and did.
To cheat death while all around men are dying is not lost on Mr BLunden, to live to tell of the destruction of men is not taken lightly. I was drawn to the tatty cover and it’s rather meek looking stature. Also his discription of the terrain are easy to follow with trenchmap in the other hand, I visited most of the places where he has been.
It requires attention and concentration to read – skim readers beware. And despite the floweriness of some passages, it’s the simple lines that get to edmuhd. Bodies, bodies and their useless gear heaped the gross waste ground; the slimy road was soon only a mud track which passed a whitish tumulus of ruin with lurking entrances, some spikes that had been pine-trees, a bricked cellar or two, and died out. Frasermeanwhile, has called the text “the best war poem ,” despite its prose form, and went so far as to print sections as poetry in the London Magazine.
But was Blunden, when writing this criticism, aware of the mutinous state of the French Army? Lists with This Book. May 25, Sue rated it it was amazing Shelves: To purchase, visit your preferred ebook provider. The voice seems always to be shifting around, taking up and throwing off different disguises, and every now and again, Kurt Vonnegut shows up.
On the evidence bluunden this book alone, you’d be forgiven at times for thinking that Third Ypres was an altercation of angry farmers; and when, laconically describing a direct hit on his dugout, Blunden passes over the wounded to note especially the presence of three confused fieldmice at the entranceway, you feel you are getting the essence of the edund. His remaining years were spent in Suffolk, where he died in He offers graphic descriptions of life in the trenches and the awful, meaningless slaughter of the war.
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For Edmund Blunden, surviving the war was the easy part
I’m not yet finished reading this stunning masterpiece, but I am confident in saying halfway through Blunden’s book is the absolute pinnacle of what any sort of memoir, be it war or what have you, should be. It captured, in a way that no guidebook or museum could, the tediousness and randomness of life on the Western Front with all its terrifying sounds and smells and brief interludes of strangely normal existence behind the lines.
There is a move to restore the prestige of British High Command and the senior military figures of the war. Edmund Blunden was one of the great poets of World War I.