The Great Adventure: Male Desire and the Coming of World War IIndiana University Press, 1990 M11 22 - 188 pages In 1914 Europe descended into a slaughter unlike anything that had been seen before. Yet, far from seeing the conflict as a tragedy, many men welcomed it as a healthy development for society, a relief from peace. The Great Adventure explores the intellectual trends that made war seem a natural and high expression of social values. This is not a book about the specific causes of World War I, but a study of the mood in which it could take place. What the book uncovers is a complex of deeply ingrained attitudes about manhood, sex, power, maturity, boredom, and war that defined a culture in which war came to be seen as a positive option. Although the book focuses on attitudes in Great Britain and the United States of nearly a century ago, it makes a remarkably contemporary statement about men, women, and the culture of war., reviewing a previous edition or volume |
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Male Desire and the Coming of World War I Michael C. Adams. 1 THE THE GREAT ADVENTURE Male Desire and the Coming of.
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Male Desire and the Coming of World War I Michael C. Adams. © 1990 by Michael C. C. Adams All rights reserved No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means , electronic or mechanical , including ...
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Male Desire and the Coming of World War I Michael C. Adams. For Susan There is very little idealism in the world so far.
Male Desire and the Coming of World War I Michael C. Adams. For Susan There is very little idealism in the world so far.
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Male Desire and the Coming of World War I Michael C. Adams. There is very little idealism in the world so far . So far , the only thing which really produces idealism is , unfortu- nately , war and the thing called patriotism . When a ...
Male Desire and the Coming of World War I Michael C. Adams. There is very little idealism in the world so far . So far , the only thing which really produces idealism is , unfortu- nately , war and the thing called patriotism . When a ...
Contents
Responses to Change | 1 |
Two Men Together | 24 |
THREE Male Games | 36 |
FOUR A Little Bloodletting | 51 |
Peter Pans | 155 |
Index | 163 |
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Page 1 - IT was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair...
Page 49 - He felt a quiet manhood, nonassertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they should point. He had been to touch the great death, and found that, after all, it was but the great death. He was a man.
Page 47 - He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a columnlike tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue, but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
Page 17 - This is the true nature of home — it is the place of Peace ; the shelter, not only from all injury, but from all terror, doubt, and division.
Page 88 - We are showing that Englishmen can still die with a bold spirit, fighting it out to the end. It will be known that we have accomplished our object in reaching the Pole, and that we have done everything possible, even to sacrificing ourselves in order to save sick companions. I think this makes an example for Englishmen of the future, and that the country ought to help those who are left behind to mourn us.
Page 52 - Fact, fact, fact!" said the gentleman. And "Fact, fact, fact!" repeated Thomas Gradgrind. "You are to be in all things regulated and governed," said the gentleman, "by fact. We hope to have, before long, a board of fact, composed of commissioners of fact, who will force the people to be a people of fact, and of nothing but fact. You must discard the word Fancy altogether. You have nothing to do with it. You are not to have, in any object of use or ornament, what would be a contradiction in fact.
Page 61 - There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind, nonetheless, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
Page 18 - As I used to sit immovable reading in the library with waves of violent inclination suddenly invading my muscles taking some one of their myriad forms such as throwing myself out of the window, or knocking off the head of the benignant pater as he sat with his silver locks, writing at his table...