I'm about two chapters into the Leibowitz book, because I'm supposed to be reviewing it for The Arts Fuse. Though Kirsch doesn't actually say much here about the book itself (!), I agree with what he says: the book is a melding of close reading with biography, and it's completely candid about Leibowitz's view of the weaknesses that can appear in Williams's work.
I'm a little disturbed by the sort of psychoanalysis Leibowitz is doing through the poems. I need to get further into it to make a more certain judgment.
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