An Unrecorded History a New Life of E.M. Forster by Wendy Moffat is a deplorable, misconstrued, and horrid mockery of E.M. Forster, a gifted writer and creative genius who was gay. To set the record straight E.M. Forster was a British novelist, essayist, and social and literary critic. His fame rests largely on his novels, Howards End, inspired by a manor where he lived as a child (1910); A Passage to India, inspired by his scenic trips to India where he found his first love (1924); and on a large body of flippant and direct to the point criticism with an cutting edge. Ms. Moffat tries to convince her readers that E.M.’s sexuality was the reason he was a good writer and bombs out in big bright colors and loud booms!
Being gay is a part of who you are and a giant piece in the puzzle of your personality, and a person’s sexuality is their sexual preference for whatever sex it may be; male and female or male and male or female with female or male, female, and male. A person’s characteristics play a big part in how in how they create their arts and crafts. In this case the parts of E.M.’s character and personality that became a blend of his writing style were his being influential, sensitive, sensate, precise, perceptive, and accurate that came from his being a scholar which complimented his wisdom as an artist. Ms. Moffat goes as far as calling E.M. a prophet, which is false! Mr. Murrow wasn’t a prophet; a prophet prophesizes for God by the power of the Holy Ghost. If anything, he was the first pioneer for freedom and rights for gay men as an advocate and activist, using his writing as ammunition.
According to Ms. Moffat, E.M. Forster wanted everyone to know that he was a homosexual. She uses his letters and diaries as proof so her readers will remember E.M. Forster as a homosexual. Yer Forster was very secretive and extremely careful about his homosexuality while he was out among the public. During his lifetime it was against the law in the U.K. for a man to have sex with another man. The Parliament Courts used Oscar Wilde as an example of being gay in the U.K. This scared the living daylights out of Mr. Forster. He feared that this could easily be his fate, which is why he played down his sexuality to the bare minimum of none and which was why he went to Egypt and India for fun and frolic with men. In private social circles, it was no surprise to those around him who couldn’t care less about a person’s sexuality because there’s more to a person than being gay.
Ms. Moffat is standing on the outside looking in the wrong window and can’t walk two steps in a gay man’s shoes. Ms. Moffat knows nothing about living life as hHomosexual man, nor can she express in her own words the zeal, zest, compassion, and passion that Mr. Forster felt as a gay man any more than I can write a moving and touching story penned with graphic detail about the ways and moments of a woman’s life — because of the fact that I’m a gay man who hasn’t walked a good four steps in a woman’s shoes (or pumps). The biography of E.M. Forster reads exactly like it is; a bad essay about a gay man written in the perspective of an English professor who’s a heterosexual woman. Ms. Moffat fails in writing about a homosexual man. She doesn’t get it and writes in confusion while expressing shock about her subject as she goes along in an essay that isn’t a book.
This awful essay paints a bad picture of a “GAY MAN” who was one of the greatest writers of all times. And this isn’t going to gain any points for the Gay, Lesbian, Bi-Sexual, Transgender, and Queer community. This is Gay Pride month so I would like all readers gay and straight to buy Maurice, which was about the “New World” that E.M. wanted to live in.