Ford Madox Ford wrote nearly every day of his life from adolescence onward, and produced eighty-two books, edited two very influential magazines—the English Review and the Transatlantic Review—discovered Lawrence, patronized Pound, publicized Joyce, employed Hemingway, and collaborated with Conrad. He achieved in his writing what Henry James called ”the real right thing.” Yet apart from The Good Soldier (a masterpiece impossible to ignore), and perhaps the tetralogy Parade’s End, this extraordinary man is hardly known today outside the peripheral roles he plays in the biographies of his more famous contemporaries. It will be difficult, however, for him to be so ignored again. Rarely is a half-forgotten writer rescued by such intelligent and engrossing enthusiasm.