By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept Elizabeth Smart s passionate fictional account of her intense love affair with the poet George Barker described by Angela Carter as Like Madame Bovary blasted by lightning A masterpiece One day whil

  • Title: By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept
  • Author: Elizabeth Smart
  • ISBN: null
  • Page: 354
  • Format: Paperback
  • Elizabeth Smart s passionate fictional account of her intense love affair with the poet George Barker, described by Angela Carter as Like Madame Bovary blasted by lightning A masterpiece.One day, while browsing in a London bookshop, Elizabeth Smart chanced upon a slim volume of poetry by George Barker and fell passionately in love with him through the printed word EvElizabeth Smart s passionate fictional account of her intense love affair with the poet George Barker, described by Angela Carter as Like Madame Bovary blasted by lightning A masterpiece.One day, while browsing in a London bookshop, Elizabeth Smart chanced upon a slim volume of poetry by George Barker and fell passionately in love with him through the printed word Eventually they communicated directly and, as a result of Barker s impoverished circumstances, Elizabeth Smart flew both him and his wife from Japan, where he was teaching, to join her in the United States Thus began one of the most extraordinary, intense and ultimately tragic love affairs of our time They never married but Elizabeth bore George Barker four children and their relationship provided the impassioned inspiration for one of the most moving and immediate chronicles of a love affair ever written By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept.Originally published in 1945, and now reissued on its seventieth anniversary, this remarkable book is widely identified as a classic work of poetic prose that, decades later, has retained all of its searing poignancy, beauty and impact.Alternative cover edition of ISBN 9780586090398

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    1. i disagree with greg.when i was thirteen, i had a journal. and i would lie on my tummy and kick my feet in the air and record my tiny thoughts.when i was fifteen, i had a journal. and i would smoke a joint and lie on my tummy and record my huge earthshattering thoughts.when i was nineteen, i had a journal. and - well, let's save something for the biopic, shall we?i don't have a journal anymore. and you know why?because i write huge purple monsters of sentences and only end up making myself small [...]

    2. This book is written in poetic prose and is condidered by some critics to be a masterprice in the genre. I can safely say I have never read anything quite like it before. The book trailer uses the word indescribable and I certainly agree. This book won't be for everyone; you can read the varying reviews and see that. I don't think you can just pick the book up and understand what it's about without some background information. I read as much as I could about the relationship of Elizabeth Smart a [...]

    3. I had a joke I was going to start off with, but I can't remember exactly what it was. I promised Karen I'd put it in here though. Karen bought this book for me in Portland at Powell's, I don't know why this book was on my to-get list, but the title would have definitely been enough for me to want the book. I think it might have been a favorite of Morrissey. I'd added a few books a while back because Morrissey liked them. Anyway, Karen bought this for me, and Elizabeth was interested in the book [...]

    4. Elizabeth Smart was in a longterm relationship with the poet George Barker, even having four children with him. During that time he was married. So her life did not go the way she really wanted it to, and her longing for him permeates this book. Published in 1945, it is one of the earlier examples of "poetic prose," and the mention on the back cover that it is like Anais Nin and Djuna Barnes makes me want to read both of them; in my reading experience it is closest to Jeannette Winterson, one of [...]

    5. I am shot with wounds which have eyes that see a world of sorrow, always to be, panoramic and unhealable, and mouths that hang unspeakable in the sky of blood.See a woman who is part of an unending love triangle, feel the music of her "love language" through this prose poem, follow the staccato of her thoughts, know that this is about love and its melancholy. Unrequited love? No. Unappreciated love, I would say. Love that is not true. But who I am to judge the confounding love the author shares [...]

    6. By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept nearly did me in. It's the story of a woman in love with a married man, and what I've found is that it's just very, very difficult to convey the feeling of "forbidden love and overwhelming lust" without seeming like you're about to give yourself a stroke. I just wanted this woman to calm down already! It was too much, way too much, and I needed a break before I could pick it up again. Fortunately for me, By Grand Central Station is a novella of only 1 [...]

    7. Cuando empiezas a estudiar literatura en la universidad siempre hay un profe que te cuenta que las fronteras entre géneros literarios son muy difusas, que a veces no se puede distinguir tan claramente a qué género pertenece una obra. Luego también te encuentras otro profe (o puede que sea el mismo) que te cuenta que las mujeres tienen una forma de escribir diferente a la de los hombres. Y no te presentan ninguna prueba, pero tú eres joven e idealista y no te cuesta ningún esfuerzo hacer el [...]

    8. No es un libro que recomendaría a cualquier lector. Es prosa poética, no hay trama sino un sentimiento desbordante. Está escrito de forma sublime y de gran intensidad, y esto puede arrastrar al lector como no lo ha hecho nadie, pero también apabullar de forma que no se conecte o incluso parecer demasiado. Yo creo que es una obra bellísima (sobre todo las partes tres y cuatro, ciertos párrafos sobre la Segunda Guerra Mundial muy reconocibles ya en la cultura popular y la última parte que l [...]

    9. Poetry in prose. Very emotional telling of a forbidden relationship. It is said to be a classic in this genre. Written by Elizabeth Smart (1913-1986), this tells her passionate love affair with a married man, poet George Baker (1913-1991). Their relationship lasted for 18 years and resulted to four children. The book barely describes Baker but it is able to impart the variety of emotions that a woman-in-love with a married man feels. There is the intensity of love no matter if it is forbidden bu [...]

    10. Being 'prose poetry', a concept I admit I am uncertain about - where is the line drawn between lyrical prose and prose poetry? - Elizabeth Smart's By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, acknowledged everywhere as 'a classic of the genre', is dense and florid. Too often I felt like I was looking at a Magic Eye picture, struggling to make out the actual story and meaning in the confusion of language. This was all the more frustrating because having read a bit about the background of this st [...]

    11. Very divided about this book, hence the 3 stars. On the one hand, gorgeous gorgeous prose: there were many sentences I read over and over. And the subject matter--obsessive love--is conveyed with the sort of honesty that's humbling ("honesty" actually feels pretty pallid when applied to Elizabeth Smart, but I can't think of a word that means "beyond honesty"). On the other hand (and I realize this sort of criticism is like being confronted with a particular type of animal--say a horse--and whini [...]

    12. By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept is a prose poem that details the narrator's affair with a married man, and her emotions relating to her situation. And it is beautiful, that much I can say. Elizabeth Smart's prose poetry is full of lush imagery and beautiful turns of phrase, and if I wasn't so weird about writing in my books, I would have underlined most of this book.This review will only be short, as there's not much else I can say about this, but at times I did find the prose a lit [...]

    13. My goodness, this slim little book makes me feel curmudgeonly. Look at the cover, the praise showered on it for being true and real and a masterpiece, and really, all I felt was irritated. I wasn't convinced this was a great love story, any more than Wuthering Heights is. And at least with Wuthering Heights, I'm not convinced we're supposed to think it is romantic.Note: The rest of this review has been withheld due to the changes in policy and enforcement. You can read why I came to this decisi [...]

    14. This self-indulgent twaddle should have stayed in Smart's journal where it belongs. Convoluted sentences, with layer upon layer of metaphor, make the book a struggle to read, and surely even in a 'prose poem' it should be possible to work out what (if anything) is going on? It made a little more sense when I had read up on Smart's life and her relationship with Barker, but I reckon a book should stand up on its own without expecting the reader to do research. In Part Ten – nearly at the end! H [...]

    15. Way back in the early '90s, I came across Ashley Hutchings' album "By Gloucester Docks I sat down and wept", an intensely personal folk rock concept album telling the story of a doomed relationship. This book is referenced not just by the title, but because a few lines of it are quoted at a key point in the story. Hutchings' sleeve note says "those who have not read it are recommended to as soon as possible". It took me more than 20 years, but when I saw the book, I was curious enough to buy it. [...]

    16. Feb 2015. Prose poems about how bloody exhausting it is to be in love.For some of the people / some of the times, I mean (being old enough to know those who have made it into something sustainable).This has survived as a cult book largely thanks to Morrissey. Grand Central Station has over a hundred times more readers on here than the memoir of the affair by Smart's lover George Barker. You've won, Liz Though - as they remained, tempestuously and non-exclusively, involved until her demise - she' [...]

    17. The late, great Angela Carter offered the last word on this: upon meeting Elizabeth Smart at a party, Carter apparently "wrote in fury to [her friend] Lorna Sage saying that she hoped no daughter of hers would ever be in a position to write a book like Smart's:BY GRAND CENTRAL STATION I TORE OFF HIS BALLS would be more like it". This anecdote (and much else) is from Kate Webb's review, "Monsters marinated in being," TLS July 8 2016, pp. 13-14.

    18. Permitidme ser cruel. Por un momento veo a George Barker leyendo esta novelita en la cama con una de las madres de sus quince hijos descojonándose de risa. Miento, es una imagen que no puedo quitarme de la cabeza.No me creo la pasión arrebatadora de esta mujer. Es demasiado descarnada, unos sentimientos tan exacerbados y tan íntimos, si no pasan un filtro de distancia y frialdad que los despoje de tanto melodrama, corren el riesgo de parecer triviales y vulgares al lector. Lo confieso, no me [...]

    19. Abro una página al azar. Abra por donde abra cualquier frase es pura poesía. Aunque no coincido con esa forma tan absorbente de ver el amor, que anula y destruye (me ha recordado a algunos versos e ideas de Sylvia Plath) lo cierto es que sus imágenes, sus metáforas, sus planteamientos, son tan bellos y de una calidad tan excelente que puedo decir que he encontrado un nuevo libro de cabecera.Si os apetece, podéis leer mi reseña completa en elmomentoderaquel

    20. This is really powerful & I love her writing. But I'm not heartbroken enough right now to enjoy it. I need to be massively depressed to read Sylvia Plath. I need to be drinking black coffee to read Ernest Hemingway. And it would seem I need to be at 'the depths of despair' thankyouAnneShirley to read By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept.

    21. Unlike any memoir or romance you've ever read, this has been called a "prose poem," but I would call it sheer poetry. Every line is cadenced, every paragraph holds a memorable metaphor and image. Written in the early 1940's while Smart was in the throes of passionate obsession, it is hot without being salacious. It doesn't have the overt sexuality of Anaïs Nin, but is nonetheless just as erotic. Smart fell in love with the poet George Barker in the most intimate fashion -- through the written w [...]

    22. This was, for me, an intensely frustrating book. The Canadian author decided as a teenager she would 'fall in love with a poet'. She grew up (somewhat) and fell in love with literary also-ran George Barker, whose main claim to fame is that TS Eliot once thought he was good. They had a protracted and dreary relationship and four children, despite his marriage and complete lack of commitment to her or anyone else. It's a prose poem that sings in places, but mostly whines; a consequence of the poet [...]

    23. Smart's book recounts her decade-long affair with the poet George Barker. It's breathtaking, glorious and idiotic and I'm totally mesmerized by it. Angela Carter described the novel as "like Madame Bovary blasted by lightning," but later wrote to her friend that her motivation for starting the feminist press Virago was that so "no daughter of mine should ever be in the position to be able to write By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, exquisite prose thought it might contain. By Grand Ce [...]

    24. I passionately love the title of this book! I passionately hate everything else about this book. This isn't love Elizabeth, this is self serving nonsense! It's so introspective! She talks about how much she loves this man and yet you have no sense of why? She doesn't talk about him! She just talks about herself! It felt so long! I felt like I was endlessly reading the same paragraph! And some of the images were beautiful but some of the images were ludicrous- "my lover has Doves eyes" what in th [...]

    25. I spent a summer afternoon with this novel at the botanic gardens and there I, myself sat down and wept. By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept is a poetic explosion of love in its rawest form, of emotion that is so course it stings to the touch. Each sentence is a kind of tremulous agitation, a desperate cry of complete vulnerability, an intimate caress. Could there be anything as beautiful as the love this woman bore this man?

    26. Opens at Big Sur, which is where I was this summer! We visited Henry Miller's cabin but didn't find a copy of his Reflections On The Death Of Mishima. In fact, the staff had never heard of it. Big Sur is just like Cornwall, but light is less good.

    27. A tale about love, and giving yourself completely to it, no matter what are the consequences. Beautifully written, the words flow through and the full emotions are felt by the reader.

    28. Whoa. The intensity of Elizabeth Smart’s BY GRAND CENTRAL STATION I SAT DOWN AND WEPT can be a bit hard to take. It's like being stuck in a room with a classics scholar tripping on LSD that has a bit too much speed in it. Every word should be in all caps and followed by a thumping secession of exclamation marks!!!!!!!! Smart’s a smarty-pants and has a way with words that keeps these rhapsodies this side of parody. It helps that her flights of fancy are anchored by the mundanity of the real w [...]

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