I read a review of a Somerset Maugham biography recently and realized I had never read any of his novels which seem to have slipped into semi-obscurity during the first decade of the 21st century, surprising as a century ago he was among the world's most popular novelists. A RAZOR'S EDGE is one of his later novels, written in l944 about the l920's, just before and after the Great Depression. It is made up a series of contrasts between the rich jet set (except that would have been an anachronism in the l920's) and a young man, Larry, who has seen one of his young friends killed during World War I.
He was raised in Chicago among a moneyed set and could have married and continued on in that life style. His traumatic experience in the war, though, makes him seek more in life in than just a material existence, and he eventually turns to eastern religion with its sense of detachment from the ordinary concerns of life, especially work. Isabel, his one-time fiancee expresses the common view that "it is a man's business to work and if he cannot work, he might as well be dead . . . he's a drug on the market." But Larry has no desire to work; he has a small independent income and it allows him to "loaf" and explore the larger issues of the purpose of human existence which he finally comes to realize can only be found "in the life of the spirit."
A 21st century reader, I suspect, will find a bit annoying the way the story is told, a detached first person narrator approach where the writer seems to be friends with everyone. He admits he is recreating the story in bits and pieces, using a fiction-writer's license to imagine details that would not be available in a strictly journalistic report. I think a modern reader would like more involvement instead of this artistic distancing. He seems to float above this conflict,even saying on the last page that he has perhaps left the reader in the air, in the sense that he never seems to take sides. But that may be Maugham's point - the reader has to decide for himself which approach to life is best,