Richard Wagner and the Modern British Novel

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Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1978 - Literary Criticism - 179 pages
Examines the profound influence Richard Wagner had on modern British fiction and such authors and artists as Shaw, Ford Madox Ford, Oscar Wilde, Aubrey Beardsley, and Jessie Weston.

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Contents

Introduction
11
The Magic Suggestiveness of Music Richard Wagner and Joseph Conrad
23
Situational Myths Richard Wagner and D H Lawrence
56
Rhythm through Leitmotifs Richard Wagner and E M Forster
86
Mythic Characterization Richard Wagner and Virginia Woolf
105
Comic Uses of Myth Richard Wagner and James Joyce
124
Conclusion
151
Bibliography
156
Index
168
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