Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Did anyone else enjoy the hell out of Joe LeSueur's "Digressions On Some Poems by Frank O'Hara"? Even as a memoir it was a perfect antidote to Brad Gooch's forgettable "City Poet" bio. Somehow the memoir form, at least in certain cases, paints a fuller picture of the characters of a time than the biography, which is subject to the leaden detail that can remove the fun and spontaneity of a life. OK, that's an overwhelming generalization (I've read Ellman's Joyce bio twice and that is certainly detailed, though never weighed down by its facts), but maybe you know what I mean here.

Perhaps someone will do this for Bob Dylan someday. But considering his pinky-swearing musical mafia secrecy, it's unlikely before his death.

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