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You would not have taken Wyndham Lewis to Woodstock. This pugnacious painter, pen-propeller and polymath, who died in 1957, spent 40 years in pitched battle with irrationalism. What he’d have thought of this magazine I shudder to imagine. But his 1928 novel The Childermass foreshadowed much of our science fiction (as well as bewildering booksellers; “John Wyndham? Quatermass?”)
Lewis fought in the Great War, and the premise is simple: two of its soldiers, is most often seen as an allegory, but it is also an attempt by a mighty intellect to envisage what happens when we die.
