One of the more interesting T.E. Lawrence books I’ve come across. You can read a digital version of this book HERE.
A caricature of T.E. Lawrence by artist David Levine.
Bust of T.E. Lawrence by artist Sir Charles Thomas Wheeler, currently in the collections of the National Portrait Gallery.
Francis Derwent Wood, RA (1871-1926) - Colonel T.E. Lawrence Bronze Bust. Imperial War Museum. London, England.
Bronze sculpture of T.E. Lawrence by sculptor Fernando Andrea.
Private Shaw and Public Shaw: A dual portrait of Lawrence of Arabia and George Bernard Shaw by Stanley Weintraus. The newest book to join my collection!
This morning’s bookstore find, as it turns out, is from the second impression of this publisher, the same year they first published it. And in near-perfect condition, except for the outer dust jacket. Woot!
Also, I think this note may well be the single most egotistical thing Lawrence ever wrote…. And yet it may shed light on his insistence that he is a poor artist. It’s well noted that he was obsessive about detail, and yet here he says:
"Crafty, exquisite, homogeneous - whatever great art may be, these are not its attributes."
T.E. Lawrence translated The Odyssey, which was published in 1932 under his pseudonym T.E. Shaw.
I have been Homering all morning and afternoon, and must not delay for long: only there is so much I should say to you: first of all thanks for reading that XIth Book. I am afraid it is very difficult. I have been over it three or four times since it came back, and have managed about 100 minor alterations. That is for the good. I changed, so far as I could, all the places you had marked. It is very difficult.
What you say about it is about what I feel: a sense of effort, of hard work: of course there must be this. I never wrote (for printing) an easy line in my life. All my stuff is tenth-thoughts or twentieth-thoughts, before it gets out. Nice phrases in letters to you? Perhaps: only the difference between nice phrases in a letter (where one nice phrase will carry the thing) and an Odyssey where one phrase not-nice will spoil it all, is too great to carry a comparison.
-T.E. to Charlotte Shaw, January 1930
One grinds again and again over each passage till the corrections begin to restore former readings. Then it is finished.
-T.E. to Charlotte Shaw, December 1930
How like a book all the above sentences! Perhaps I am not writing to you, but for my some-day ‘Life and Letters’. If you think so, then burn the thing, and prevent (as Homer would say) the day of its returning.
T.E. Lawrence to Charlotte Shaw, January 1930