Monday, March 2, 2020

My Forgotten December 1962 Assessment of Fredson Bowers

There was, I realized years later, I realized that my attitude toward Bowers was affected by a memory of the late 1930s, a tragic occurrence in a medical facility the same muddy green on the wall as in Fredson's room in the Blackstone Hotel in Chicago.

Later, later, after I discovered just how sloppy he had become as a textual editor and textual theorist, after I had asked the CEAA to rescind the seal of approval granted to Crane's MAGGIE, he blackballed me from the CSE and lied about doing so. I had the evidence. Leon Howard, back in old days, always said that everything you wrote about someone ended up on his desk. "His" was accurate, then.

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