Frank Kermode's brief study of E. M. Forster is in 2 parts. The first and more formal is taken from a series of lectures. The second is what the publisher calls a conversation on several aspects of Forster's life and work. As the word suggests, its tone is more casual, though just as sincere and learned. Kermode leaves no doubt that he considers A Passage to India to be Forster's most enduring work. His interpretation, perhaps not new but new to me, is a combination of the secular and divine, a vision of the universe embodied in the land of India itself, and the reluctant--as I take it--appearance of Krishna after having been invoked in the famous scene at the Marabar Caves. But the novel also spoke to the acceptance of death as being necessary to the idea of the greatness which comes over Mrs Moore in the novel. Though Mrs Moore becomes, in the end, divine, that death is without spiritual current. Kermode, who recently died, brought his 50 years as a critic to bear on someone he considered to be one of the better craftsmen in British letters. He knew him a little, apparently, and used that acquaintance to bring to light such topics as Forster's dislike of some contemporaries like Henry James, Joseph Conrad, and Ford Madox Ford. Kafka, too, it seems, since Kermode notes twice that Forster never mentioned him. And if he wasn't comfortable with the experimental, including James Joyce and Wyndham Lewis, he admired Virginia Woolf and came to recognize her gifts as a novelist eventually exceeded his. His telling of the strained and shy relationship with A. E. Housman is fun to read. One of the most interesting things about Kermode's book is that it considers Forster from the angle of class literary preferences and attitudes. Early in the century, he explains, the working class was more literate than they've been given credit for. Forster more than most chose to reflect this perspective of the working class, one of his better known creations being Leonard Bast in Howard's End who lends an air of cultural gentility rather than unexposed indifference to the novel. Forster will always be an interesting subject. Kermode's portrait swings with the genuine admiration he felt for Forster's work, and that adds to the appeal of the book.