So here is the amazing James Mason reads Browning album that a friend was good enough to lend me. Only three tracks: first side is “The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church” and “Andrea del Sarto”, which as I am sure we all agree is the greatest poem of the Victorian period if Childe Roland isn’t; the second side is “Fra Lippo Lippi”.
The Bishop is the best of them I think – he’s just right for it. I’ll listen to Andrea more, but I don’t think the self-doubt is there exactly – tho’ the greys are hard to catch, maybe, when the poem has to be properly articulated. And the boyish world-love of Lippi isn’t quite Mason. But they’re really, really enjoyable readings – he’s such a smart reader - he clearly actually understands what he’s saying, which is not always the case with actors trained in those shakespearean impression-of-thought rhythms.  
I mean basically it is James fucking Mason reading Robert Browning poems over some krautrock, and who can naysay when faced with that. 
I don’t know why it doesn’t mention the krautrock thing on the cover. I’ll post an example track in a minute. 
(That cover is a dark and lively illustration for “The Bishop Orders His Tomb” by Robert Pinart. Committed to stained glass now, if it’s the same man.)

So here is the amazing James Mason reads Browning album that a friend was good enough to lend me. Only three tracks: first side is “The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church” and “Andrea del Sarto”, which as I am sure we all agree is the greatest poem of the Victorian period if Childe Roland isn’t; the second side is “Fra Lippo Lippi”.


The Bishop is the best of them I think – he’s just right for it. I’ll listen to Andrea more, but I don’t think the self-doubt is there exactly – tho’ the greys are hard to catch, maybe, when the poem has to be properly articulated. And the boyish world-love of Lippi isn’t quite Mason. But they’re really, really enjoyable readings – he’s such a smart reader - he clearly actually understands what he’s saying, which is not always the case with actors trained in those shakespearean impression-of-thought rhythms. 


I mean basically it is James fucking Mason reading Robert Browning poems over some krautrock, and who can naysay when faced with that.

I don’t know why it doesn’t mention the krautrock thing on the cover. I’ll post an example track in a minute.

(That cover is a dark and lively illustration for “The Bishop Orders His Tomb” by Robert Pinart. Committed to stained glass now, if it’s the same man.)


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