I've had my good eye out for my copy of THE ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY for several weeks and today realized it was where it should be but with a spine so faded it could have been any number of other books.
I read MOBY-DICK in eleven afternoons in 1957 when I had to lie down to let pneumo-peritoneum settle into crevices in my stomach. In August 1958 when I was night telegrapher on the Kansas City Southern Railroad in Port Arthur, Texas, something possessed me to order the Tudor MELANCHOLY and I read it, marking it in red pencil. It was not for any class--I just thought I wanted to read it, and did read it, and kept the book. After all, I had to stay in the freight office till four in the morning.
Now I see notes in it: "How strange--to have bought this to read on my own then decades later to have written about Melville's reading it, & to see myself quoted on the use it served for Melville in writing Moby-Dick, which I first read in 1957. --"
Then below: "In 1958 (one note is August 1958) in Port Arthur--then in 2006 John Gross quotes me in The New Oxford Book of Literary Anecdotes as saying this book served Melville as a 'sonorous textbook on morbid psychology.'"
I made that memo 18 October 2006, saying "48 years on." Now in 2022 it's still longer than 48 years. And I still have the book. And I can look up John Gross in a second or two to verify what he said.
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