Last month’s passing of Hugh Nissenson at the age of 80 represented an incalculable loss for the literary world. Richard Klin takes stock of the late Jewish writer’s career.
T.S. Eliot’s prejudice toward Jews was like a spigot. He let out a little or a lot depending on who was in his company. The writer’s letters shed light on this complicated disdain.
“April,” famously wrote T.S. Eliot in “The Waste Land,” “is the cruellest month.” Despite this underwhelming endorsement, the Academy of American Poets inaugurated April as the National Poetry Month back in 1996 and, every year since, has hyped up a surge of readings, publications and all other things poetry-related.
The iPad is a fox.