I do not think that they will sing to me.
Works by Eliot with their own trope pages include:
Other works by Eliot provide examples of:
- Close-Knit Community: Discussed in "Choruses from The Rock"
- Dear Negative Reader: The Triumph of Bullshit. Never published in his lifetime, but quite stunning to read. "For Christ's sake, stick it up your ass."
- Literary Allusion Title: Aside from inspiring many of these, Portrait of a Lady is a reference to a novel by Henry James.
- Lying Creator: Admitted that the notes attached to The Waste Land were there to fill space, and that at least some of them were intentionally misleading.
- One-Book Author: More like maybe three/four-book-author. Eliot is best known for being a poet, but his Collected Poems 1909-1962 is a very short volume and, of it, most people know only "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and "The Waste Land". A good few people know the cat poems. Some people have read Four Quartets, a later poem, long by Eliot's standards, but not very long. A few people have read, or maybe seen, Murder in the Cathedral. As for his other plays, such as The Rock, The Cocktail Party and The Elder Statesman; his other poems, including collections of his juvenilia which are longer than his actual Collected Poems; his many essays on literary subjects, including important ones on Rudyard Kipling, Dante Alighieri, and Charles Baudelaire, as well as massively influential pieces such as "Tradition and the Individual Talent" and collections of articles such as After Strange Gods and For Lancelot Andrewes; loads of book reviews; stand-alone books such as Knowledge and Experience in the Philosophy of F.H. Bradley, Notes Towards a Definition of Culture and The Idea of a Christian Society, not to mention five volumes (and counting) of his letters, which themselves form a picture of the literary history of the era . . . well, most of it doesn't get read.
- Shout-Out: Eliot was a master of allusion, weaving it throughout his works.
- Sophisticated as Hell: The aforementioned The Triumph of Bullshit.
- Stepford Smiler: J. Alfred Prufrock.