Thoughts after twice having online (webzine) pieces on the
American Revolution cited in new printed and bound books.
I was a railroad telegrapher through the 1950s but that
turned into a dead end job when American Morse was no longer good enough for
communication.
Retooling myself, I got a job as a university professor and
became a textual scholar until Fredson Bowers blackballed me from the Center
for Scholarly Editions and lied about doing so. A major piece of work on
Stephen Crane went unpublished for 2 decades and when it came out, in another
continent, it could not do the good it might have done.
Again picking myself up, I became a Melville biographer, but
Richard Brodhead and Andrew Delbanco said (falsely) that I had made up POEMS
(1860); Delbanco said because I had invented THE ISLE OF THE CROSS and POEMS I could not be trusted anywhere in either volume. Critics following them carry on their mission.
Beaten down, finally, I became a historian of the American
Revolution.
Almost in some moods I feel as if the telegrapher was my great grandfather, the
textual scholar my grandfather, the biographer my father, and the Revolutionary
historian what is left of me.
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