Is there some pre-existing Biespiel vs. Cole literary feud that I’m not aware of? Because Biespiel’s essay reads like an exercise in petty score-settling. Cole writes in celebration of Walcott. Biespiel writes in celebration of how much cooler than Cole Biespiel is.
Obviously, no 1300-word New York Times piece is going to say everything there is to be said about an artist as important as Derek Walcott. But did anybody here respond to Cole’s book review with a visceral urge to kick the reviewer in the balls for getting everything wrong? For being a prose guy who flat-out fails to get poetry in general and Walcott in particular? Because Biespiel evidently did.
For me, the crucial passage is Biespiel‘s splenetic essay is this: “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be like that. Forgive me.”
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