This is tricky, I give 'A Room with a View' a 5 star rating but 'Howards End' a 2. Also, I read the two books approximately 10 years apart. However, I found 'A Room with a View' to be a beautiful book filled with sharp observations upon society that are just as relevant today as they were when the book was written (I assume). While 'Howards End' also had some great writing and similarly acerbic observations on society, I found myself bored whilst reading it. Of course, this might have something to do with me being 19 when I read the first book and 29 when I read the second.
I don’t remember if I first read this book before or after watching the Merchant/Ivory film with Helena Bonham Carter; I do remember liking both; now, almost forty years later, I have a much deeper appreciation for Forster’s writing. His sensitivity to social nuance, original characters, wit, and sensuality expressed through landscape, music, and art are captivating. I liked the combination of romance with coming of age and loved seeing conventions defied.
Great Forster books, both. Don't miss them. Howard's End deals about what a house can mean for a family tree and about love, too. A Room with a View happens in Florence, and deals about love, too, basically. Sensitive and clever, in Forster the ambience and how many barriers conventional love had to deal with, are redundant matters. Friendship, also. The hidden homosexual Forster remained all his life did not intervene or hinder, to beautifully wrote about the society he had to bear. He was the only member of the stheticist Bloomsbury circle who belonged to the Medium, average social class. The discrete Official clerk he was, was nevertheless accepted in that upper class circle, of Virginia Woolf and the others. Only after his death, did he allowed Maurice to be published. The only one of his books to openly dealt with homosexuality. These books, among others, as Passage to India, are since the fifties considered Masterworks of the British Literature in the whole world.
I liked this story! But, I couldn’t help connecting it to the book Sex and Vanity by Kevin Kwan. Kwan used the exact same storyline and even some of the same character names! It was bizarre how alike these books were. I didn’t like the audiobook version of this book though…the narrator was bland.