I don't know that I came away from this book with any transformative insights. I am interested in Thomas as a walker and a cyclist and as he writes about his experiences moving through the English landscape. This book certainly helped me get to know Thomas a lot better.

The core of the book is the relationship between Thomas and Robert Frost. That relationship was key for both Thomas and Frost. This book helped me to understand how the poetry of Frost and Thomas related to some of the other directions of poetry at the time, the Georgians and the Imagists.

I am not a big reader of poetry. This book gave me some good tools for reading poetry and for seeing how it can work. ( )

‘Now all roads lead to France’ is a beautifully written and rather unique biography of the poet Edward Thomas.

Thomas was a rather difficult and diffident man, albeit one plagued with insecurities and uncertainties. His peaceable calm in the countryside was offset by his need to sustain his family on a meagre writer’s income. But it was not until 1914 that Thomas – who would die at the Battle of Arras in 1917 – began to write poetry, encouraged by his friend and mentor, Robert Frost.

It is an amazing feat that Thomas emerged as a brilliant and mature poet in a matter of months. Certainly he’d written before that time; prose criticism, reviews, and other odd commissions, but there was always a sense that Thomas was ‘better than this’. Frost was right when he pointed out to Thomas that really his prose, evocative of spring and nature, was really very poetical and quite complex. Thomas’ prose – including travelogues of the Icknield way – were peppered with poetical observations and dogged by the ghostly figure of an Other man – Thomas’ alter ego.

Thomas would undergo what we’d now call cognitive psychotherapy. He was an alienated and dissatisfied man, whose unhappiness only deepened when he projected his inner pain onto his nearest and dearest. His long-suffering wife, Helen, loved him all the same, even encouraged, or attempted to temper, his infatuations with other women (which would never become adulterous).

Hollis’ biography is clever in that it is about Thomas’ emergence as a poet, and so charts really the final five or so years before his death in France. Sure it casts an eye back to his earlier life, his childhood and time at Oxford, but it is really a story of a developing creativity. Hollis does some masterful comparisons, taking selections of Thomas’ prose and showing how poems, as it were, sprouted out of them. We’re almost sitting there looking over Thomas’ shoulder, the bare bushes of Old Man and empty, brown trees of the Hampshire countryside framed by the study window.

Hollis is careful and attentive; but he is also playful. While Thomas was a difficult man, he was also loving and calm. Hollis paints a picture of him that draws in the major players in his life. At the same time, Hollis has to be commended for his brilliant mini-essays on the contemporary poetic scene; Imagism and Georgian poetry are put in their combative context, and Georgian poetry emerges as more than the trite tripe that it is often dismissed as.

Overall, this is a thoroughly intimate and successful study of a poet and the poet’s becoming.

If you want to see a bit of Thomas’ Hampshire, then Matthew Hollis serves as an excellent guide in this video: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/video/2012/mar/01/poet-edward-thomas-hampshire-v...

I knew very little about the Poet Edward Thomas. The reviews encouraged me to read this book. I was not disappointed. The book charts Thomas's friendship with Robert Frost and his relationships with other poets. Beautifully written.