I have just finished reading all four books of Ford Madox Ford's Parade's End. The Vintage Classics edition is 906 pages long. I started losing steam when went off on the tangent of Tietjens' brother and his French mistress in the last book, The Last Post. But up to then, I simply loved it. I have read many American and British novels about World War I, even some of the poetry. In fact, I've read so many I'm not certain how I missed this. It's better than Siegfried Sassoon's trilogy, or Robert Graves' Good-bye to All That. Having seen the HBO miniseries, I have renewed respect for Tom Stoppard's adaptation. Amazingly good, of a totally nonlinear, multiple streams-of-consciousness work.