When I read a good book—any good book, but especially a biography—I can’t help but suspect that its author is a charming person: a witty raconteur with, at bottom, a good heart. I would have adored Boswell, for instance. He was a drunk and a philanderer and a sycophant, but I daresay he knew it Read More
When I read a good book—any good book, but especially a biography—I can’t help but suspect that its author is a charming person: a witty raconteur with, at bottom, a good heart. I would have adored Boswell, for instance. He was a drunk and a philanderer and a sycophant, but I daresay he knew it Read More
A Chance Meeting: Intertwined Lives of American Writers and Artists, 1854-1967 , by Rachel Cohen. Random House, 363 pages, $25.95.
Borrowing a phrase from Twain, Rachel Cohen describes her splendid new book as a “private history”-but there are some nice public moments as well. Would you believe that a poet once threw out the Read More
