by Paul Mariani ‧ RELEASE DATE: April 1, 1999
A superbly wrought, movingly told biography of the great American poäte maudit, author of the epic The Bridge. While much of the Modernist mainstream, from Eliot’s The Wasteland to Joyce’s Ulysses, was suffused by a dark Spenglerian vision of civilization’s future, Hart Crane, almost alone, was sustained by more optimistic, transcendent possibilities. Sometimes called the “last Romantic,” not least for the characteristic high poetic, even Elizabethan tenor of his verse, Crane believed that his “visionary . . . possibilities might, just might, reverse that [America’s] downward spiral and in the process revitalize the entire country.” Well-versed biographer and poet Mariani (Lost Puritan: A Life of Robert Lowell, 1994, etc.) has a keen, sympathetic understanding of Crane’s tormented character and the predicament of poets in a prosaic age. He also does a remarkable job of explicating Crane’s notoriously difficult work and teasing out the substantial autobiographical underpinnings. However, Mariani occasionally lets his prose get carried a little too high on the viewless wings of poesy: for example, “Summer swept down over the city like a succubus.” Carefully drawing on a variety of recently-come-to-light resources, he traces Crane’s tragic trajectory, from golden boy to working drudge, stealing a few tired hours to write or carouse with his beloved sailors, to his increasing bouts with alcohol, his frequent poverty and instability, and his suicide at the age of 32. It is a compelling story, and Mariani tells it with the kind of insight and psychological acuity worthy of a great Russian novelist.
Pub Date: April 1, 1999
ISBN: 0-393-04726-1
Page Count: 480
Publisher: Norton
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 1999
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by Elie Wiesel & translated by Marion Wiesel ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 16, 2006
The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...
Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.
He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions.
Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
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by Paul Kalanithi ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 19, 2016
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
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A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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