There’s Cumberbatch with his shirt off, and then there’s Cumberbatch with his brain hanging out, and goddamn it I have such a brain-boner right now:
“It’s an extraordinary movement in art, as well, between Romanticism and the birth of modernism…like Joyce’s Ulysses, a movement in literature which came about partly from the obliteration of life; anything poetic, anything romantic, anything soulful that streaming hot lead and thousands of tons worth of explosives and barbed wire and cholera and mud and gas ripped away during the first world war—it was the death throes of an entire era, and marked a real turning point in cultural evolution as well. We couldn’t look at ourselves in the same way after that. You’ve got Cubism, Picasso, and these extraordinary novels which flew in the face of the normal contrivances of linear narratives, that had the most incredible structures and turns, jagged, hard things to follow, streams of consciousness, multiple viewpoints of the same scene, massive time leaps, and in the case of Ford Madox Ford the most extraordinary language.”
Yep. Benedict Cumberbatch, intellectuosexual pinup boy.
And he read Sassoon!!! at this poetry reading. Did he mention Wilfred Owen?
Anyone here a fan of Pat Barker’s Regeneration series? She writes magnificently about shell shock, poetry, psychiatry, homoerotics, and World War I in her trilogy. And Siegfried Sassoon, the real-life poet, is one of the main characters, along with other era notables such as Robert Graves, Wilfred Owen, and the psychiatrist/anthropologist W.H.R. Rivers.