by EM Forster
Generally I find that books called "Modern Classics" leave me befuddled as to what gives them this status. It's no different with this one. I don't mean, as I might with some modern classics that, actually, they're rubbish. I just mean: what is it that makes it classic? Maybe I'll never know. Maybe I just don't have that intellectual component. Maybe, sometimes, maybe...they are some Emperor's new clothes involved. But maybe not.
Anyway, I found this book a pleasant read with some very finely written passages. I got the impression from the introduction that at the time of it's composure, it was literary suicide to write a book where boy meets girl, and no one dies in misery at the end (though many years later Forster wrote a little piece to bring the story up to date, which effectively solved that problem).
If anyone can tell me why it's a classic I'd be much obliged.
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