Additional Book Information
Series: NYRB Classics
Publication Date: November 22, 2016
by Henry Green, introduction by James Wood
During the Blitz, Henry Green served on the London Auxiliary Fire Service, and this experience lies behind Caught, published when the bombing had only recently ended. Like Green, Richard Roe, the hero of this resolutely unheroic book, comes from the upper class. His wife remains at their country estate, far from the threatened city, while Roe serves under Pye, a professional fireman whose deranged sister once kidnapped Roe’s young son, a bad memory that complicates the relationship between these two very different men. The book opens as the various members of the brigade are having practice runs and fighting boredom and sleeping around in the months before the attack from the air. It ends with Roe, who has been injured in the bombing, back in the country, describing and trying to come to terms with the apocalyptic conflagration in which he and his fellows were caught, putting into question the very notion of ordinary life.
Caught was censored at the insistence of its publisher, Leonard Woolf, when it came out in 1943. This is the first American edition of the book to appear as Green intended.henry green, introduction by james wood
First published in 1943 and now reissued in the New York Review Classics series, Caught manages the improbable feat of being both a harrowing war story of London during the Blitz and a sharply observed comedy about social class. Green was a silver-spoon aristocrat, but his ear for common speech was as keen as Dickens’s.
—Charles McGrath, The New York Times Book Review
In its lyrical treatment of ordinary London lives it has a mood and style quite unlike anything else I’ve come across in other fiction of the time.
—Sarah Waters, The Sunday Times
Green's gift is that he is able to communicate...that feeling of being present in history before it becomes history, of being adrift in a story with many words left yet unwritten.
—Michalle Gould, The Rumpus
The subject of all Henry Green’s later novels is the inner language and landscape in which his characters lead their real lives...This distinctly upper-class artist is pretty well the first English novelist to have listened to working-class speech and to have understood its overtones and undertones...He could of course have been playing a clever game; but he was not. The morbid, the comic, the lyrical, and even the mannered aspects of his talent were not affected: fierce, fantastic and eccentric as it could be, his material came from the outside and mingled with his nature.
Green's acrobatic syntax yields not an easy reading experience but a rewarding one, as he weaves multiple narratives over and through one another, reeling among perspective shifts, zigzagging through clouds of memory and conjecture….Dense and often funny, this reissue is necessary reading for fans of both Green and modernist fiction.
—Kirkus starred review
Praise for Henry Green
Seductive and pleasing...[an]original and engaging author, who wrote about social class—or, rather, the social classes, all of them—with a mordancy and affection that have seldom been surpassed...Green wrote the way he did, in other words, because he couldn’t write any other way; he was not a fabulist but a realist, who described the world just as he experienced it.
—Charles McGrath, The New York Times
Green’s working aesthetic was delicate, allusive, and cryptic...He could produce a vivid image with a minimum of words...Green himself ardently mixes darkness and light, and his work must always appeal to those readers who, like him, do not fear life’s inevitable contradictions.
—Brooke Allen, The New Criterion
One of the most piquant and original English writers not only of his generation but of the century.
—John Updike, The New Yorker
In all of these novels we are made aware of the most profound and surprising truths about life, love and the human heart without being able to pinpoint any one page, line, or moment of epiphany. To read all three back-to-back is to find oneself in the presence of rare genius, fit to sit along Woolf, Fitzgerald and Joyce on anyone's shelf of classics. Henry Green is here to stay.
—David Wright, The Seattle Times