ABSTRACT
Posterity has not given Terence Hanbury White (1906–1964) the prestige that the diversity, richness, and originality of a body of work consisting of more than twenty-five volumes and numerous unedited texts should have assured him. 1 One of the reasons for this lack of enthusiasm for a writer whose talent was honored several times 2 and who attained considerable success through adaptations of his Arthurian work for radio, theater, and film 3 is undoubtedly due to the impossibility of including him within the limits of a well defined literary group. Ill at ease in an age whose customs and values he disliked, White always defied any attempt to classify him in any group other than that of the large family of “the British eccentrics.”
