The blood-dimmed tide
W. B. Yeats’ “The Second Coming” is irresistible to Iraq war pundits. But what does it really mean?
W. B. Yeats’ “The Second Coming” is irresistible to Iraq war pundits. But what does it really mean?
This month Edinburgh reads Stevenson’s Kidnapped. (Donna Tartt has called the book a bridge “between the child’s world and the adult’s.)
For a generation after her death in 1937, Edith Wharton’s writing was dismissed as so much “violets and old lace.” People remembered her primarily as Henry James’ friend. (Via.)
It is not her biographer’s fault, says Michael Gorra, that some readers will like Wharton the woman far less after reading a new biography. (Via; excerpt.)
Authors’ covert praise for their own books on Amazon soon will be illegal in the EU. (Thanks, Max.)