Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 457 pages of information about Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship.

Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 457 pages of information about Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship.

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While Lowell lived there was a superstition, which has perhaps survived him, that he was an indolent man, wasting himself in barren studies and minor efforts instead of devoting his great powers to some monumental work worthy of them.  If the robust body of literature, both poetry and prose, which lives after him does not yet correct this vain delusion, the time will come when it must; and in the meantime the delusion cannot vex him now.  I think it did vex him, then, and that he even shared it, and tried at times to meet such shadowy claim as it had.  One of the things that people urged upon him was to write some sort of story, and it is known how he attempted this in verse.  It is less known that he attempted it in prose, and that he went so far as to write the first chapter of a novel.  He read this to me, and though I praised it then, I have a feeling now that if he had finished the novel it would have been a failure.  “But I shall never finish it,” he sighed, as if he felt irremediable defects in it, and laid the manuscript away, to turn and light his pipe.  It was a rather old-fashioned study of a whimsical character, and it did not arrive anywhere, so far as it went; but I believe that it might have been different with a Yankee story in verse such as we have fragmentarily in ‘The Nooning’ and ‘FitzAdam’s Story’.  Still, his gift was essentially lyrical and meditative, with the universal New England tendency to allegory.  He was wholly undramatic in the actuation of the characters which he imagined so dramatically.  He liked to deal with his subject at first hand, to indulge through himself all the whim and fancy which the more dramatic talent indulges through its personages.

He enjoyed writing such a poem as “The Cathedral,” which is not of his best, but which is more immediately himself, in all his moods, than some better poems.  He read it to me soon after it was written, and in the long walk which we went hard upon the reading (our way led us through the Port far towards East Cambridge, where he wished to show me a tupelo-tree of his acquaintance, because I said I had never seen one), his talk was still of the poem which he was greatly in conceit of.  Later his satisfaction with it received a check from the reserves of other friends concerning some whimsical lines which seemed to them too great a drop from the higher moods of the piece.  Their reluctance nettled him; perhaps he agreed with them; but he would not change the lines, and they stand as he first wrote them.  In fact, most of his lines stand as he first wrote them; he would often change them in revision, and then, in a second revision go back to the first version.

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