Tarr

by Wyndham Lewis, Scott W. Klein

The nearest the general run get to art is Action: sex is their form of art: the battle for existence is their picture.'

Tarr tells the blackly comic story of the lives and loves of two artists, played out against the backdrop of Paris before the start of the First World War - the English enfant terrible Frederick Tarr, and the middle-aged German Otto Kreisler, a failed painter who finds himself in a widening spiral of militaristic self-destruction. When both become interested in the same two women - Bertha Lunken, a conventional German, and Anastasya Vasek, the ultra-modern international devotee of 'swagger sex' - Wyndham Lewis sets the stage for a scathing satire of national and social pretensions, the fraught relationship between men and women, and the incompatibilities of art and life.

In his introduction and notes Scott W. Klein explores Lewis's stylistic experimentation within the context of avant-garde movements in painting, and offers new insights into Tarr as a work of mordent wit and enduringly ferocious irony.

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Genres: Fiction, Classics, 20th Century, Novels, Literature, British Literature, France

377 pages, Kindle Edition

First published January 1, 1918

About the author

(Percy) Wyndham Lewis (1882-1957) was a novelist, painter, essayist, polemicist and one of the truly dynamic forces of the early 20th century and a central figure in the history of modernism. He was the founder of Vorticism, the only original movement in 20th century English painting. His Vorticist paintings from 1913 are the first abstract works produced in England, and influenced the development of Suprematism in Russia. Tarr (published in 1918), initiated his career as a satirical novelist, earning the praise of his contemporaries: "the most distinguished living novelist" (T.S. Eliot), "the only English writer who can be compared to Dostoevsky" (Ezra Pound).

After serving as an artillery officer and official war artist during the First World War, Lewis was unable to revive the avant-garde spirit of Vorticism, though he attempted to do so in a pamphlet advocating the modernisation of London architecture in 1919: The Caliph's Design Architects! Where is your Vortex? Exhibitions of his incisive figurative drawings, cutting-edge abstractions and satirical paintings were not an economic success, and in the early 1920s he devoted himself to study of political theory, anthropology, philosophy and aesthetics, becoming a regular reader in the British Museum Reading Room. The resulting books, such as The Art of Being Ruled (1926), Time and Western Man (1927), The Lion and the Fox: The Role of the Hero in the Plays of Shakespeare (1927) and Paleface: The Philosophy of the Melting-Pot (1929) created a reputation for him as one of the most important - if wayward - of contemporary thinkers.

The satirical The Apes of God (1930) damaged his standing by its attacks on Bloomsbury and other prominent figures in the arts, and the 1931 Hitler, which argued that in contemporary 'emergency conditions' Hitler might provide the best way forward in Germany damaged it yet further. Isolated and largely ignored, and persisting in advocacy of "appeasement," Lewis continued to produce some of his greatest masterpieces of painting and fiction during the remainder of the 1930s, culminating in the great portraits of his wife (1937), T. S. Eliot (1938) and Ezra Pound (1939), and the 1937 novel The Revenge for Love. After visiting Berlin in 1937 he produced books attacking Hitler and anti-semitism but decided to leave England for North America on the outbreak of war, hoping to support himself with portrait-painting. The difficult years he spent there before his return in 1945 are reflected in the 1954 novel, Self Condemned. Lewis went blind in 1951, from the effects of a pituitary tumor. He continued writing fiction and criticism, to renewed acclaim, until his death. He lived to see his visual work honored by a retrospective exhibition at London's Tate Gallery in 1956, and to hear the BBC broadcast dramatisations of his earlier novels and his fantastic trilogy of novels up-dating Dante's Inferno, The Human Age.

Reviews

[Vit Babenco · Rating 5 out of 5]

Tarr is a collision of everything new with everything old and it is a clash of the intellectual and animal origins of man colourfully pictured in odd metaphoric strokes.

‘I am the panurgic-pessimist, drunken with the laughing-gas of the Abyss: I gaze upon squalor and idiocy, and the more I see them the more I like them. Flaubert built up his Bouvard et Pécuchet with maniacal and tireless hands, it took him ten years: that was a long draught of stodgy laughter from the gases that rise from the dung-heap.’

For me Tarr associates with turpentine – an acrid liquid used by artists as a solvent. Tarr is a very dubious impersonation of good and, of course, he has his antagonist, Otto Kreisler – a very grotesque avatar of evil. And sex, in its Freudian definition, is their battlefield…

‘Sex is nationalized, more than any other essential of life, it’s just the opposite of art there: in german sex there is all the german cuisine, the beer-cellar, and all the plum-pudding mysticism of german thought. But then if it is the sex you are after that does not say you want to identify your being with your appetite: quite the opposite. The condition of continued enjoyment is to resist assimilation. A man is the opposite of his appetite.’

If Tarr is shown as a somewhat inert, naïve and short in willpower incarnation of Faust then Otto Kreisler is a wicked caricature of blockheaded Mephistopheles. Consequently, the combat of good and evil turns into a colourful farce…

‘Humour and pathos are such near twins that Humour may be exactly described as the most feminine attribute of man – and it is the only one of which women show hardly any trace! Jokes are like snuff, a slatternly habit, whereas Tragedy (and tears) is like tobacco, much drier and cleaner. Comedy being always the embryo of Tragedy, the directer nature weeps. Women are of course directer than men. – But they have not the same resources.’

Each thing in the world has its opposite and those opposites are in an eternal conflict. And this struggle of opposing forces is a foundation of any progress.

[Paul Bryant · Rating 1 out of 5]

WITH FANS LIKE THIS

Even people who thought Wyndham Lewis was a great writer, such as George Orwell, said stuff like

Enough talent to set up dozens of ordinary writers has been poured into Wyndham Lewis’s so-called novels … yet it would be a very heavy labour to read one of these books right through

MY EYES, MY EYES

I’ve come across a few well regarded authors with unreadable styles, meaning that you have to be some kind of rarified Everest-scaling Arctic-Sea-kayaking type of reader to be able to get through this stuff, never mind actually like it. Or could be you just have to be a BDSM type. Maybe in some murky underground scenes your partner leaves you alone in a gimp suit with just a copy of The Recognitions by William Gaddis and mouldy loaf for a whole week. Or could be

Naked Lunch by William Burroughs
Concerning The Eccentricities of Cardinal Pirelli by Ronald Firbank
Miss Macintosh my Darling by Marguerite Young
Darconville’s Cat by Alexander Theroux
Our Lady of the Flowers by Jean Genet

All of these have made me run out into the street bleating like a mountain goat. They had to use a tranquiliser dart gun on me.

So Wyndham Lewis joins this select execrable scurvy crew. I have lifted a sample quote from another GR review because it was better than the one I was going to use :

Her lips were long hard bubbles risen in the blond heavy pool of her face, ready to break...Grown forward with ape-like intensity, they refused no emotion noisy egress if it got so far. Her eyes were large, stubborn and reflective, brown coming out of blondness. Her head was like a deep white egg in a tobacco-colored nest. She exuded personality with alarming and disgusting intensity

Let’s say this is supposed to be funny. Whatever, it makes me want to run out into the street bleating like a mountain goat.

NEVER MIND THE STYLE, WHAT’S IT ABOUT

The introduction dangles the delicious prospect before us of a novel which satirizes the various artistic cliques in pre-World War One Paris and their intellectual and philosophical absurdities.

So if that is your poison and you fancy the idea of people with heads like deep white eggs in tobacco coloured nests, step right this way.

[E. G. · Rating 4 out of 5]

Acknowledgements
Introduction
Note on the Text
Select Bibliography
A Chronology of Wyndham Lewis
Map of Paris

--Tarr

Appendix: Preface to the 1918 American Edition
Explanatory Notes
Glossary of Foreign Words and Phrases

[Eddie Watkins · Rating 5 out of 5]

Tarr is a novel at war with itself, with tensions raging at not only the level of style and content, but at the level of the book itself in that it exists in a few versions, being altered and revised by Lewis as it suited his fancy and his temper and his ever-mutating world view, and so even subsequent editors have been at war in their attempts to produce a definitive version. What emerged from these various levels of war is a book in many ways more revolutionary than Ulysses.

The author of a study of Lewis and his works I have been reading in tandem with Tarr says that Ulysses was a revolution of style, but beneath the mind-boggling pyrotechnics of the stylistic surface there exist characters whose consciousnesses are essentially unaltered from 19th century norms. In Tarr, he argues, Lewis fused an experimental surface style with a comparably experimental and new consciousness in his characters. It seems accurate to me, and as an added plus it isn't nearly as "difficult" a read as Ulysses. Lewis was deeply involved in much of the intellectual ferment involved with creating a "new man" and a new consciousness around the time of his writing- from Nietzsche to Bergson to Freud - and marshaled the bulk of his immense and varied talents to infuse his works with a new way of seeing and being in the world, involving an unresolveable enmeshment in the physical world coupled with a Promethean artistic effort to be partially separate. And though his ultimate world-view was essential tragic and bleak he had a corruscating, chiefly satirical, humor.

And here's where more wars come in. Wyndham Lewis was a very complex man, with natural urges sprouting out in many directions. He was part Dionysian wild-man, part Apollonian aloof-man, part introvert, part man of action, part tragic, part comic, as interested in the depths of being as the shallow and labyrinthine conflicts at the level of social life. He was also a born contrarian of monstrous proportions who thrived on conflict. To manage to embody his works with the multitude of inner and outer conflicts existing simultaneously in his being was part and parcel of his staggering abilities.

The novel itself is titled "Tarr", and the first chapter follows Tarr, a painter, during his daily routine from cafes to friends' studios to a conflict with his fiance; but the main character is actually a German named Kreisler who could've stepped straight out of Dostoevsky - a tumultuous man of conflict, at once comic and violent. The novel is set in Montparnasse at the height of the artist's scene there and doesn't stray from that milieu. Kreisler is an artist, but within the confines of this book never actually produces any art. Instead he gets embroiled in a ridiculous affair prompted by his inability to get his dress coat out of hock so he can attend a party - which adequately illustrates the comic side of his character. He then gets embroiled in a sex conflict with a Pole (Lewis is fairly obsessed with race) who he attacks and eventually duels - which illustrates the violent side of his character.

This is a novel that could be as interesting synopsized into its narrative essentials as analyzed at its stylistic level as probed beneath both to piece together a psychological/philosophical/aesthetic world view that is thoroughly authentic and resolutely centered on human life in its fullest potential.

Wyndham Lewis is a neglected master of both paint and words, and if you're like me and would like to lessen this neglect you'll have to find this in a library, as it's out of print and used copies are outrageously priced. And I remember when this was in every used bookstore, for cheap! (note: prices have since come down and I now actually have my own copy)

[Anima · Rating 5 out of 5]

Introduction: “Tarr’ suggests several possible origins. It may be the nickname for a British sailor who can stay masterfully afloat in the metaphorical sea of Paris (‘All the nice girls love a tar!’ Lewis later writes in another context); it may suggest the sticky tenacity, and perhaps the blackness, of his intellectualism; it may allude to a story by Edgar Allan Poe, ‘The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether’, in which madmen take over an asylum. But it also suggests the German ‘Tor’ (‘blockhead’) a near-homophone that appears in Kreisler’s consciousness in the text (p.99). And although ‘Tor’ can mean ‘fool’ in the sense of a spiritual innocent (as in the libretto for Wagner’s Parsifal), Tarr is no holy naïf, no Dostoyevskian Myshkin to counterbalance Kreisler’s Stavrogin. He is at bottom just another version of the self-important artist, one of the ‘unscrupulous heroes’ that haunt the Vitelotte Quarter, who, as Lewis warns in the novel’s first paragraph, are’ largely ignorant of all but their restless personal lives’ (p.7). Tarr’a Apollonian pronouncements ultimately prove no more capable of securing for him a ‘healthy’ division between sex and art than do the Dionysiac excesses of Kreisler. The novel’s final words introduce the names of Tarr’s future sexual partners, and they suggest that supposedly superior artist will become trapped in an irresolvable vacillation between women like Bertha- who are maternal, Romantic, and intellectually threatening- and women like Anastasya, who are intellectual extroverts and thus dangerous to male ego.”

[Erwin · Rating 4 out of 5]

If you were to take with you on vacation Wyndham Lewis's Tarr as a beach read, it'd somehow manage to kick sand in your face. It isn't breezy, nor especially pleasant. There really isn't a character to like in the whole work. And, upon finishing it, you'll feel as if you spent a long time at a greatly demoralizing task like checking behind the testicles of prisoner after prisoner for crack rocks or razor blades.

Yet, the novel succeeds on its own terms. Lewis's puerile Nietzscheanism blares from every page, and his prose is as jagged as his Vorticist paintings. But Lewis really was the modernist's modernist (sorry Joyce fans, but it's true), almost singlehandedly introducing Cubism to Ruskin-worshiping Albion, and, of course, shaking up the literary scene with his journal, Blast. In Tarr you see just this sort of modernist: a writer not afraid to take risks, not reluctant to enrage a reading public fattened on the solicitous complacency of realist novelists.

Make no mistake, the guy was a fascist and a raging misogynist. But he was also a great artist.

Oh, and take special care to get only the 1918 edition; Lewis heavily revised Tarr in the twenties, much to the novel's detriment.

[George · Rating 3 out of 5]

3.5 stars. An original satirical novel about two artists living in Paris before World War One. Frederick Tarr is English and Otto Kreisler is a middle aged German. Otto is a failed painter who is in a downhill spiral. Both men become interested in the same two women. Bertha Lunken, a conventional German woman, and Anastasya Vasek, a Russian.

The author pokes fun at national and social pretensions and the incompatiblities of art and life.

This novel is not an easy read as both main characters are unlikeable, strange individuals, who treat women poorly. Both are living off their parent’s monthly financial allowances.

This book was first published in 1918.

[Thomas · Rating 4 out of 5]

everyone in this book acts weird and wyndham lewis keeps comparing them to machinery, or livestock, or pieces of meat. there's some funny scenes, like wyndham lewis stand in spouting philosophy at people who aren't really interested, wyndham lewis stand in trying to break up with his curvy german gf, kriesler attempting to borrow money, kriesler going to a party and sabotaging it deliberately for no reason, it's pretty cool.

[Bob · Rating 5 out of 5]

Perhaps in reaction to the sometimes cardboard cut-out quality of the good guys and concomitant mustachio-twirling music hall melodrama villains in Victorian fiction, the early 20th century gives us a new kind of protagonist. Döblin's Franz Biberkopf and Céline's Ferdinand Bardamu are both anti-heroes who might have been modeled on Lewis's Kreisler.

It is notable that Otto Kreisler is somewhat more developed as a character than the eponymous Tarr, whose appearances in the first part (called "Overture") and concluding chapters serve to bookend the story of Kreisler himself.

Structure aside, Lewis's prose is rocky and doesn't allow the reader to go on auto-pilot - a sample description of a woman we are supposed to understand is powerfully attractive.

"Her lips were long hard bubbles risen in the blond heavy pool of her face, ready to break...Grown forward with ape-like intensity, they refused no emotion noisy egress if it got so far. Her eyes were large, stubborn and reflective, brown coming out of blondness. Her head was like a deep white egg in a tobacco-colored nest. She exuded personality with alarming and disgusting intensity."

These kind of modernist books can be tough going if there is no real plot so it helps when this one gets quite gripping for 50 pages, centered around an anachronistic duel (the setting is the Parisian expatriate artist community of 1910 or so) which goes quickly from farce to as tragic as Lewis's unsentimental tone allows.

[Monty Milne · Rating 2 out of 5]

I didn’t like this, although it held my interest to the end, and has a certain curious power. The early chapters are the worst, because the dialogue feels so false and affected and pretentious. The most interesting character, Otto Kreisler, is at times treated in blackly comic fashion – his absurd performance at a party, combining breathtaking insults with anarchist dance moves, made me laugh aloud….but later on the smile froze on my lips as I read of things which are Not Funny in the slightest. The casual, offhand treatment of a Rape scene made me ponder the morally unbalanced nature of the writing, just as the earlier chapters made me ponder its lack of intellectual balance.

In the end, Kreisler’s end gives us neither schadenfreude nor pity: I could not feel for him either sympathy or revulsion. This mirrors my feelings for the book as a whole, and although stylistically I can see it is a new departure, for me at least it feels like an unsuccessful experiment.

[Judith Rich · Rating 1 out of 5]

Pretentious misogynistic twaddle.

Another book about artists moaning how broke they are while they wait for their cheque from Daddy, who surprisingly seems reluctant to support them and thinks they should get a job.

To be honest, if I hadn't taken this on holiday I'd probably have abandoned it.

Read as one of 1001 BTRBYD - I see there are another 4 by this author on the list, so that's 4 more I won't get round to reading before I die!

[Czarny Pies · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Tarr" is brilliantly satirical but for all its comedy, it makes the reader profoundly uncomfortable. "Tarr" addresses many issues that were popular during the first quarter of the 20th century. Its distinguishing feature, however, is a strong a denunciation of Nietzsche and his followers.
Lewis specifically salutes Henri Murger's "Scènes de le la vie de bohème". "Tarr" indeed is a novel about the artistic life of Paris. However, his bohemians are not impoverished artists; they appear rather to be poor (i.e. dreadful) artists from very affluent families who through their extravagance are unable to live within the generous remittances of their parents. "Tarr" is a novel about the tendency of the idle rich to self-destruct.
The portrait in "Tarr" of the artists in Paris certainly reminds the reader of the early passages of Somerset Maugham's "Of Human Bondage". However, the comical "Tarr" has even more points in common with D.H. Lawrence's deadly serious "Women in Love".
Both novels offer two contrasting couples: one having a domestic, supportive woman and the other containing an independent, emasculator of males. The domestic women are Bertha Lunkin and Ursula Brangwen who will ultimately bebe paired with Tarr and Rupert Birkin. The emasculators are Anastasya Vasek and Gudrun Brangwen who will bring about the deaths of Otto Kreisler and Gerald Crich. Unlike Lawrence, however, Lewis makes it clear that marrying the domestic women is no guarantee of happiness; its only benefit being a longer life-expectancy.
"Tarr" is dominated by the commentary on Nietzsche who in the view of the author had a tremendous influence on Germans at the time and thus was a significant factor in the outbreak of WWI. Lewis also appears to associate Nietzsche with date rape. One unpleasant character who will subsequently commit a sexual assault shouts: "She has tricked you. ... She will not succeed with me! 'When you go to take a woman you should be careful not to forget your whip.' That Nietzsche said too!" (p. 178)
"Tarr" may be of interest to the reader interested in the Zeitgeist of Europe in the first quarter of the 20th century. It is however a rather unpleasant book to read.

[Andrew]

I’m sorry, I just can’t. Really that could be the whole review right there. To elaborate, I have no objections to high modernism, I love my Joyce and my Woolf and my T.S. close to my heart, but this… is there anything particularly new here? If I want a satire of World War I-era bohemia, I can pick up Huxley’s Point Counter Point, which is infinitely better written, and if I want a story of this kind of Anglo-rascal, I can watch Mike Leigh’s Naked, which is far more enjoyable, and frankly more intelligent and analytical. I used to have Lewis’ Blast Manifesto on my dorm room wall. It looked cool. This sucks.

[Kitty · Rating 4 out of 5]

Lewis is a much underrated writer. Though his prose is rather convoluted at times, and the narrative sometimes gets swamped in observational details, the individuality of his style is on a par with contemporaries such as Joyce and Eliot. Tarr is an early novel, and reveals Lewis's developing philosophical and artistic viewpoint, as well as the antagonistic persona that would later come to dominate his reputation. The characters are rather like ciphers, as in Huxley, but none the less fascinating, and the descriptions at times descend to deliciously biting satire. A reprobate novel with substance.

[Patrick · Rating 3 out of 5]

I feel like Tarr is a book that keeps one wondering. Why are the characters so strange?
Who is Tarr, and what does the title of the book has to do with the semi-protagonist?
Another question that puzzles me is that the book starts of so hype, we get introduced to
characters that are hard to analyze, and to understand. Lewis' "Tarr" is a good work of literature
but also a very strange one. I feel that eventhough Lewis paints a picture of a delusional
Kreisler, he Kreisler is the only charcter in Lewis story that I felt I understood.
But yeah it's a must read nonetheless.

[Lewis Lacook · Rating 2 out of 5]

If I could be convinced that Lewis was poking some fun at his own pretentiousness in the character of Tarr, I might award it three stars. The depiction of Kreisler was for me much more interesting; but I was put off about a lot of the focus on nationality and the general pretentiousness of the aesthetic ideas. This novel veers perilously close into letting its characters be flat symbols. I don't feel Tarr is an actual person, and if I feel Kreisler is a bit more defined it's probably because it's easy to identify with the shadow side of the human condition. In all, I was disappointed in this.

[K.c. · Rating 5 out of 5]

This may end up being one of my favourite books. If you like slow-moving tragedies that also make you laugh out loud; if you like tales of former aristocrats living on tick in abject poverty; if you enjoy casual racism between Western European races, then this book is for you.

[Isabel · Rating 1 out of 5]

I found everything about this book to be completely exhausting and after about 160 pages (or a little more than half way into this 280 page book), I flung it to the floor with an enormous exhale. How does this have more than a one star rating, and did the person who listed this on the 1001 Books to Read Before You Die list actually read this book?!?! Can I give a book zero stars?

So what didn't I like? In short, everything.

The character development is totally lacking. Not only are most of the characters unlikeable, but they are also completely one-dimensional. The plot is relatively nonexistent. In such cases you expect that perhaps the novel is a shell for something more interesting - a unique philosophical viewpoint or the exploration of a new idea or a new literary style - but that didn't seem to be the case here.

The prose in some sections of the book was so completely overworked that I found my eyeballs rolling back inside my head in total exasperation. And, to top it off, I didn't find anything unique or particularly engaging in the style. In fact, there were portions that seemed totally derivative. Some of Kreisler's "exploits" - which I put in quotes simply because they are so undramatic such that the use of the word exploit seems to connote too much intrigue - reminded me of Notes from the Underground. After about 75 pages I tried to read some criticism online in an effort to discern why on earth anyone might have found this book to be worth their time. The answer (perhaps) seemed to be the book's satire and dark humor. I went back to reading, but I would be hard pressed to identify anything that was darkly (or otherwise) humorous or satirical in the novel.

[ThePageGobbler · Rating 3 out of 5]

Intricately plotted and some good comic moments (particularly at the expense of the Bloomsbury Group), but found that its overall critique was drowned out by the long Kreisler sections which weren’t as lively and idiosyncratic as Tarr’s. The stuff about Prussians and Englishmen and so forth is slightly overblown too. Another casualty of Goodreads’ refusal to let you give 3.5 stars, so because Lewis was mean to Joyce he gets 3

[Elizabeth Kerns]

Tarr has what is either the most fitting or least satisfying book ending i’ve read maybe ever. i can’t decide which. i read this book for class & appreciate it… and even enjoyed it at times. many complicated feelings, to be further unwound at a later point (maybe).

also—there are quite a few disturbing things in this book. look up warnings before reading if there’s, like, anything that could bother you. fyi

[Jennifer · Rating 4 out of 5]

This is a brutal and devastating portrait of the fractured mind of European culture during World War I. I recommend it, but know what you're getting into! It kind of belongs with Notes From the Underground, by Dostoyevsky.

[David D · Rating 2 out of 5]

To all current and future employers ---- I do not endorse certain subtexts within this novel

[Glenn · Rating 4 out of 5]

In the opening scenes, the title character, young artist Tarr, is contriving new ways to be a dick to his poor fiancee Bertha. When pathetic middle-aged crank and sponge Kreisler and sumptuous femme not quite fatale Anastasya hit the scene, the interrupt his innovations for a spell. This tale of not-quite-faux-hemians in early 20th century Paris is kind of a hoot. Nobody gets much art done, of course.

In his introductions, Lewis states that Tarr expresses his own philosophy perfectly but asks the reader not to "blame" him — Lewis — for the circumstance of Tarr's life as put across here. This is of course absurd. But it has a lot to do with why this novel, which is at heart a philosophical one, is such a hoot.

[Oscar Glyn · Rating 4 out of 5]

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

[J. Alfred · Rating 1 out of 5]

Not a love triangle but square, as both women are interested in both men and vice versa, but this isn't right either as no one is, properly speaking, in love with anyone. None of the characters are likable or even particularly interesting. The plot involves-- is-- people of various nationalities doing vicious (brutal, socially unacceptable, motivated by vice) things for no real reason. The language does some good things but not enough to make it worthwhile. Like Bernard Shaw but without the charm: for three hundred pages.
Not recommended.

[lucy snow · Rating 3 out of 5]

i've finished !!

this is one of those books where i know its really good, but it is an absolute slog to get through. also, tarr and kreisler are both stinky and treat bertha terribly throughout.

more cool modernist stuff with all the descriptions of characters, stream of consciousness. some really funny thoughts fly through tarr and kreisler's minds.

so random that there is just a duel at the end - after so much of the book being conversations and passive aggressive arguments, there is this sudden eruption of action.

[Molly Smith · Rating 3 out of 5]

“if you will think of a demented person who has become possessed of the belief that it is essential for the wise of the world that should excuperate into a birds nest while standing upon one leg on the back of a garden seat, but who is baulked, first of all by the seat giving way, and secondly by the birds nest catching fire and vanishing because of the use by the birds of certain chemical substances in its construction, combined with the heat of the sun, you will have a parallel for kreisler’s superstitious disappointment.”

[Seth · Rating 3 out of 5]

A curious novel lacking any unifying elements other than Lewis's distinctive style, Tarr feels like an early work by a writer still developing his perspective. The numerous revisions and editorial comments in the back of my edition profess to this, as do the interesting-but-undercooked male characters.

[michal k-c · Rating 4 out of 5]

a watershed moment in high modernist literature (vortacist lit?), despite being extremely Dostoievskian (Kreisler as a character, the plotting in general). The invention is mainly at the sentence level. Makes me want to revisit Jameson's book on Lewis and the modernist fascist despite getting frustrated by it in grad school

[Sasha · Rating 3 out of 5]

Will probably come back to this with a better rating once I've read a bit more around it - I enjoyed the introduction of this edition more than the actual book. Found it honestly quite unpleasant to read about two very unlikable characters, I realise this was part of the point but doesn't mean I have to enjoy it.