Too Much

[poliphilo]

Victorian art is copious. Victorian novels are huge, Victorian poems go on and on, Matthew Arnold feels the compulsion to stuff  the Scholar Gypsy (which has enough matter in it for a slim and delicate lyric) with every flower that ever grew in the English countryside, Victorian architecture is covered in ornament, Victorian painting is about defining every hair of a model's head, every thread in a garment, and Victorian stained glass is so full of carefully drawn detail it darkens the buildings it's supposed to light...

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[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I agree about the prose. Copious doesn't necessarily mean bad. Carlyle- one of the most extreme and eccentric stylists of the age can be exhilarating. And I love it when Dickens really cuts loose.

I waver on the Pre-Raphaelites. My admiration for Ford Madox Brown is unequivocal, I like some of Millais, some of Rossetti. Hunt can be frightful, but there's no denying the power of "The Scapegoat".

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

Good lord, I'd forgotten Hunt. Normally, I like a saturated palette, but there are limits of good taste, and even decency, that are probably best observed.