What’s Weird and Wonderful?
By LENORE SKENAZY
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The publication of a still-living writer’s diaries suggests that their author is a possessor of such effortless, commanding genius that even his private, incomplete thoughts must be made immediately and copiously available to the reading public. That such an honor should fall to Joyce Carol Oates — whose reputation, timeworn though it now is, could not even at its height justify such an unveiling — is somewhat mysterious. Not unprecedented — the diaries of the minor poet May Sarton, after all, have seen the light of day, as have Edmund Wilson’s transcriptions of his senescent lusts — but nonetheless puzzling.
By LENORE SKENAZY
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By JOSH HAMMER
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By A.R. HOFFMAN
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By DAVID JONES
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By JOSEPH CURL
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By DAVID JONES
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By JOSEPH CURL
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By DAVID HIROSHI JAGER
|The publication of a still-living writer’s diaries suggests that their author is a possessor of such effortless, commanding genius that even his private, incomplete thoughts must be made immediately and copiously available to the reading public. That such an honor should fall to Joyce Carol Oates — whose reputation, timeworn though it now is, could not even at its height justify such an unveiling — is somewhat mysterious. Not unprecedented — the diaries of the minor poet May Sarton, after all, have seen the light of day, as have Edmund Wilson’s transcriptions of his senescent lusts — but nonetheless puzzling.
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