That's gotta be 'Howards End' for me. It's the one that really digs into the class stuff, but in a quieter, less dramatic way than some of his others. It’s all about the Schlegel sisters, who are this sort of cultured, intellectual middle-class family, getting tangled up with the Wilcoxes, who are more about business and property. Forster isn't just pointing fingers; he's showing how these worlds misunderstand each other, how property and inheritance lock people into roles.
I always come back to the house itself, Howards End, as this symbol. It represents a kind of England that's slipping away, and the question of who gets to inherit it—literally and spiritually—is the core of the whole novel. The relationships, especially Margaret's marriage to Mr. Wilcox, are like these careful negotiations across a class divide. It feels more mature and nuanced than his earlier work, less about escaping to Italy and more about building a connection right here at home, flaws and all.