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Bezig met laden... Frost: A Literary Life Reconsidereddoor William H. Pritchard
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Here's simply the best life of Frost based on close readings by a critic with an ear (also a fine pianist). The author had many conversations with the poet, over many years, many "talks walking." The writing is worthy of the fine writer that Frost can be; contrast Thompson's ponderous prose, and judgments. For example, Pritchard cites Jarrell's interviewing Frost for the Library of Congress in 1959, where Jarrell focused on North of Boston and the numbers of deprived women speakers, say, in "A Servant to Servants." "Frost told Jarrell that 'the woman always loses,' but added that 'she loses in an interesting way. She pulls the whole thing down with her.' This remark attributes power to 'the woman' even as it designates her the loser in whatever she suffers at the hands of her husband or her family or 'life' in general." geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
An incisive analysis of the complex interaction between the poet's life and work offers a chronological approach to Frost's life and poetry. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Another theme of his life is a need for recognition, reassurance and attention. He aparently often said (regarding speaking invitations but it probably also applied to his life in general) "I only go if I'm the show". This need appears to have never met completely met inspite of 4 Pulitzer prizes, several choice positions as "poet in residence" at excellent universities and honorary degrees from many of them including Oxford and Cambridge. And so he died in late January 1963, a complex, difficult and aparently unhappy old man. ( )