Tarr

Very funny and a prose style which I adored. Lewis' passivity and ridicule of nationality strikes as almost farcical but his construction of Tarr and Kreisler paints them vividly. He leaves a lot to be desired in his description of women, often they just exists as groups or mostly love interests.

In parts this book lacks a driving narrative but I think also that's the charm. A bumbling man of Tarr working out what he wants and never arriving at it is summative of the artistic views Lewis holds also,
Quite an interesting epilogue as he deals with the german characters of the novel, prologue being written in 1918 whereas the novel is 1911