I always admire Isherwood. I am not given to mysticism—to understate wildly, but he makes me see something of what he would see.
Also by Isherwood
…A Meeting by the River is three times as saccharine as I can take.
For a long time I’d wanted to write a confrontation story where the representative of something meets the representative of something else, and quite suddenly it came to me that this was the way to do it.
Isherwood’s final novel is diminished by tiresome expositions on Eastern mysticism. Yet there are glimmers of greatness as he returns to characteristic concerns: the struggle between goodness and the ego, the constraints and conservatism of England, and the incompatibility of erotic love and spiritualism.— Lily Power