I actually reviewed Powys's Porius. Here it is. The review begins with one of the reasons I read Powys in the first place:
"The other day I began reading A Glastonbury Romance by John Cowper Powys," Henry Miller wrote to Lawrence Durrell. "My head began bursting as I read. No, I said to myself, it is impossible that any man can put all this . . . down on paper. . . . Old John had caught the world by the throat. And lovingly and surely squeezed every bit of beauty, of meaning, of purposeless purpose out of it in a few pages. Utterly phenomenal. "
And here is Melissa Beck's post on her reading this past year: Communication in the Midst of Solitude: My Year in Reading—2019.
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