I was looking for something to post on the 50th anniversary and this was the best I could find.
I hold you to a high standard because you always set one.
Just the other day I was reading a review of (another!) new biography of Ms. Plath, this bio being reasonably sympathetic and the reviewer reasonably sympathetic to it, and yet it seems the book turns on the author’s contention that Plath spent her entire creative life wishing to be “the Marilyn Monroe of poetry.”
I don’t even know how to evaluate that. But I react to it much as I do the many, many (often evil) post-mortems on Hemingway: read the work. See how it affects you. And
leave him (her) alone.
Actually I am a steady reader of biographies myself. But I can’t brook silly trendy psychoanalyzing and I don’t understand a biographer with a knife out.
BTW the review I mention was in the Wall Street Journal Weekend edition one week ago.
Best to you good sir.