Tarr, the first published novel by the writer, painter, and intellectual gadfly Wyndham Lewis, is the least known, most intractable, and arguably the funniest, of major early twentieth-century English novels. Where other once-shocking novels of the Modernist period have become domesticated by the universities and comfortably assimilated by contemporary taste, Tarr still snarls, as though through the bars of a cage, challenging approach by adventurous readers only. Recognition of its mixture of