Last week, like an image consultant to the canon, I posted some funny bits from Henry James, sensing that he may not get enough credit for that sort of thing. I also suggested he wear more earth tones, but does he listen to me?
Anyway, I was glad to get a little backup when some other James fans and aficionados chimed in: Robert the Llama Butcher’s mom, Lance Mannion, who is especially good on the unfunny Tragic Muse, and Alex Ross. And there’s always been Max Beerbohm, who not only was one of the first to see the humor in Henry James but who, er, enhanced it:
It was with the sense of a, for him, very memorable something that he peered now into the immediate future, and tried, not without compunction, to take that period up where he had, prospectively, left it. But just where the deuce had he left it?
(From “The Mote in the Middle Distance” by H*nry J*m*s, by Max Beerbohm, found in A Christmas Garland.)