Poets in Their Youth

Eileen Simpson (Author)
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Price
$17.00
Publisher
Farrar Straus Giroux
Publish Date
October 21, 2014
Pages
274
Dimensions
6.07 X 0.79 X 9.09 inches | 0.66 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780374235598
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About the Author

Eileen Simpson (1918-2002) was a writer and psychologist. Her books include The Maze, a novel; Reversals: A Personal Account of Victory over Dyslexia; Orphans: Real and Imaginary; and Late Love: A Celebration of Marriage After Fifty.

Reviews

Praise for "Poets in Their Youth" "It is as powerful and knowing an account of the literary muse and its effects as one could hope to read, and the neglect into which it seems to be sliding is a genuine injustice . . . "Poets in Their Youth" . . . never sensationalizes these brilliant but wildly erratic young men, only seeks to understand them . . . "Poets in Their Youth" has more to tell us about the minds and lives of poets than anything else I've read--except, of course, the poems themselves." --Jonathan Yardley, "The Washington Post""Mrs. Simpson has added a good deal to the stock of available reality . . . Reading the early chapters of this memoir, I found it hard to believe that Berryman would leap to his death from a bridge; Jarrell, a probable suicide, be run over by a car; Schwartz end his life a virtual derelict in a midtown Manhattan hotel; Lowell, worn out by manic-depressive episodes and alcohol, be found dead in a New York taxicab . . . Eileen Simpson, a shrewd manager of her unhappy saga, doesn't belabor its melodrama, only foreshadows its culmination here and there . . . While the writers talked, Mrs. Simpson listened, and her record of their conversation is unfailingly plausible." --James Atlas, "The New York Times""Simpson's book is absorbing and transporting, one of the best windows we have back to a significant and somewhat magical time . . . it is Simpson's position as a listener which helps make her book as rich as it is." --Lisa Levy, "Full Stop ""Discerning, often probing, and remarkably free of rancor . . . The book is loving, at long distance, and from the remove of forty years . . . Berryman is given every latitude by Mrs. Simpson, who understood him very well at close range." --Howard Moss, "The New York Review of Books" "A whole doomed generation of writers, the nights of wine, dancing, and brilliant talk giving way to paranoia, envy, madness, and death." --"The Times Literary Supplement"
Praise for "Poets in Their Youth" "An indispensable memoir." --Christopher Merrill, "Los Angeles Review of Books""It is as powerful and knowing an account of the literary muse and its effects as one could hope to read, and the neglect into which it seems to be sliding is a genuine injustice . . . "Poets in Their Youth" . . . never sensationalizes these brilliant but wildly erratic young men, only seeks to understand them . . . "Poets in Their Youth" has more to tell us about the minds and lives of poets than anything else I've read--except, of course, the poems themselves." --Jonathan Yardley, "The Washington Post""Mrs. Simpson has added a good deal to the stock of available reality . . . Reading the early chapters of this memoir, I found it hard to believe that Berryman would leap to his death from a bridge; Jarrell, a probable suicide, be run over by a car; Schwartz end his life a virtual derelict in a midtown Manhattan hotel; Lowell, worn out by manic-depressive episodes and alcohol, be found dead in a New York taxicab . . . Eileen Simpson, a shrewd manager of her unhappy saga, doesn't belabor its melodrama, only foreshadows its culmination here and there . . . While the writers talked, Mrs. Simpson listened, and her record of their conversation is unfailingly plausible." --James Atlas, "The New York Times""Simpson's book is absorbing and transporting, one of the best windows we have back to a significant and somewhat magical time . . . it is Simpson's position as a listener which helps make her book as rich as it is." --Lisa Levy, "Full Stop ""Discerning, often probing, and remarkably free of rancor . . . The book is loving, at long distance, and from the remove of forty years . . . Berryman is given every latitude by Mrs. Simpson, who understood him very well at close range." --Howard Moss, "The New York Review of Books" "A whole doomed generation of writers, the nights of wine, dancing, and brilliant talk giving way to paranoia, envy, madness, and death." --"The Times Literary Supplement"
Praise for "Poets in Their Youth"
"W.H. Auden said that a great book reads "you." Eileen Simpson's beautiful, recently reissued memoir of her doomed marriage to the poet John Berryman, "Poets in Their Youth," read me twice, just a few weeks ago and about 30 or so years before that, when I was in my early 20s. . .Simpson, who became a psychotherapist and went on to publish several books, writes with an almost uncanny clemency and a kind of cerulean objectivity. Where there might have been bitterness, there is, instead, compassion. There is also a sort of unresolved wonder and gnawing grief at what really happened between her and Berryman. Yet underneath the tenderness and wonder, another level of meaning winds through the book. As the poets achieve their dreams even as their lives start to crumble, Simpson is slowly building a life for herself as she fulfills her own dreams. . . "Poets "is part of her journey into autonomy. Its very composition is a quiet act of unfolding triumph; it's both a memorial to the men Simpson admired and an admonitory epitaph on lives lived at often false and ugly odds with their own aspirations toward truth and beauty. Read now, it seems like a fitting herald of our own time, when blustering male declarations of high moral principle are giving way to more convincing portrayals of social relations from women artists." --Lee Siegel, "The New York Times Book Review""An indispensable memoir." --Christopher Merrill, "Los Angeles Review of Books""It is as powerful and knowing an account of the literary muse and its effects as one could hope to read, and the neglect into which it seems to be sliding is a genuine injustice . . . "Poets in Their Youth" . . . never sensationalizes these brilliant but wildly erratic young men, only seeks to understand them . . . "Poets in Their Youth" has more to tell us about the minds and lives of poets than anything else I've read--except, of course, the poems themselves." --Jonathan Yardley, "The Washington Post""Mrs. Simpson has added a good deal to the stock of available reality . . . Reading the early chapters of this memoir, I found it hard to believe that Berryman would leap to his death from a bridge; Jarrell, a probable suicide, be run over by a car; Schwartz end his life a virtual derelict in a midtown Manhattan hotel; Lowell, worn out by manic-depressive episodes and alcohol, be found dead in a New York taxicab . . . Eileen Simpson, a shrewd manager of her unhappy saga, doesn't belabor its melodrama, only foreshadows its culmination here and there . . . While the writers talked, Mrs. Simpson listened, and her record of their conversation is unfailingly plausible." --James Atlas, "The New York Times""Simpson's book is absorbing and transporting, one of the best windows we have back to a significant and somewhat magical time . . . it is Simpson's position as a listener which helps make her book as rich as it is." --Lisa Levy, "Full Stop ""Discerning, often probing, and remarkably free of rancor . . . The book is loving, at long distance, and from the remove of forty years . . . Berryman is given every latitude by Mrs. Simpson, who understood him very well at close range." --Howard Moss, "The New York Review of Books" "A whole doomed generation of writers, the nights of wine, dancing, and brilliant talk giving way to paranoia, envy, madness, and death." --"The Times Literary Supplement"
"W.H. Auden said that a great book reads "you." Eileen Simpson's beautiful, recently reissued memoir of her doomed marriage to the poet John Berryman, "Poets in Their Youth," read me twice, just a few weeks ago and about 30 or so years before that, when I was in my early 20s. . .Simpson, who became a psychotherapist and went on to publish several books, writes with an almost uncanny clemency and a kind of cerulean objectivity. Where there might have been bitterness, there is, instead, compassion. There is also a sort of unresolved wonder and gnawing grief at what really happened between her and Berryman. Yet underneath the tenderness and wonder, another level of meaning winds through the book. As the poets achieve their dreams even as their lives start to crumble, Simpson is slowly building a life for herself as she fulfills her own dreams. . . "Poets "is part of her journey into autonomy. Its very composition is a quiet act of unfolding triumph; it's both a memorial to the men Simpson admired and an admonitory epitaph on lives lived at often false and ugly odds with their own aspirations toward truth and beauty. Read now, it seems like a fitting herald of our own time, when blustering male declarations of high moral principle are giving way to more convincing portrayals of social relations from women artists." --Lee Siegel, "The New York Times Book Review""An indispensable memoir." --Christopher Merrill, "Los Angeles Review of Books""It is as powerful and knowing an account of the literary muse and its effects as one could hope to read, and the neglect into which it seems to be sliding is a genuine injustice . . . "Poets in Their Youth" . . . never sensationalizes these brilliant but wildly erratic young men, only seeks to understand them . . . "Poets in Their Youth" has more to tell us about the minds and lives of poets than anything else I've read--except, of course, the poems themselves." --Jonathan Yardley, "The Washington Post""Mrs. Simpson has added a good deal to the stock of available reality . . . Reading the early chapters of this memoir, I found it hard to believe that Berryman would leap to his death from a bridge; Jarrell, a probable suicide, be run over by a car; Schwartz end his life a virtual derelict in a midtown Manhattan hotel; Lowell, worn out by manic-depressive episodes and alcohol, be found dead in a New York taxicab . . . Eileen Simpson, a shrewd manager of her unhappy saga, doesn't belabor its melodrama, only foreshadows its culmination here and there . . . While the writers talked, Mrs. Simpson listened, and her record of their conversation is unfailingly plausible." --James Atlas, "The New York Times""Simpson's book is absorbing and transporting, one of the best windows we have back to a significant and somewhat magical time . . . it is Simpson's position as a listener which helps make her book as rich as it is." --Lisa Levy, "Full Stop ""Discerning, often probing, and remarkably free of rancor . . . The book is loving, at long distance, and from the remove of forty years . . . Berryman is given every latitude by Mrs. Simpson, who understood him very well at close range." --Howard Moss, "The New York Review of Books" "A whole doomed generation of writers, the nights of wine, dancing, and brilliant talk giving way to paranoia, envy, madness, and death." --"The Times Literary Supplement"

"Poets "is part of her journey into autonomy. Its very composition is a quiet act of unfolding triumph; it's both a memorial to the men Simpson admired and an admonitory epitaph on lives lived at often false and ugly odds with their own aspirations toward truth and beauty. Read now, it seems like a fitting herald of our own time, when blustering male declarations of high moral principle are giving way to more convincing portrayals of social relations from women artists. "Lee Siegel, The New York Times Book Review"

An indispensable memoir. "Christopher Merrill, Los Angeles Review of Books"

It is as powerful and knowing an account of the literary muse and its effects as one could hope to read, and the neglect into which it seems to be sliding is a genuine injustice . . . "Poets in Their Youth" . . . never sensationalizes these brilliant but wildly erratic young men, only seeks to understand them . . . "Poets in Their Youth" has more to tell us about the minds and lives of poets than anything else I've read--except, of course, the poems themselves. "Jonathan Yardley, The Washington Post"

Mrs. Simpson has added a good deal to the stock of available reality . . . Reading the early chapters of this memoir, I found it hard to believe that Berryman would leap to his death from a bridge; Jarrell, a probable suicide, be run over by a car; Schwartz end his life a virtual derelict in a midtown Manhattan hotel; Lowell, worn out by manic-depressive episodes and alcohol, be found dead in a New York taxicab . . . Eileen Simpson, a shrewd manager of her unhappy saga, doesn't belabor its melodrama, only foreshadows its culmination here and there . . . While the writers talked, Mrs. Simpson listened, and her record of their conversation is unfailingly plausible. "James Atlas, The New York Times"

Simpson's book is absorbing and transporting, one of the best windows we have back to a significant and somewhat magical time . . . it is Simpson's position as a listener which helps make her book as rich as it is. "Lisa Levy, Full Stop"

A whole doomed generation of writers, the nights of wine, dancing, and brilliant talk giving way to paranoia, envy, madness, and death. "The Times Literary Supplement"

Discerning, often probing, and remarkably free of rancor . . . The book is loving, at long distance, and from the remove of forty years . . . Berryman is given every latitude by Mrs. Simpson, who understood him very well at close range. "Howard Moss, The New York Review of Books""

"Poets is part of her journey into autonomy. Its very composition is a quiet act of unfolding triumph; it's both a memorial to the men Simpson admired and an admonitory epitaph on lives lived at often false and ugly odds with their own aspirations toward truth and beauty. Read now, it seems like a fitting herald of our own time, when blustering male declarations of high moral principle are giving way to more convincing portrayals of social relations from women artists." --Lee Siegel, The New York Times Book Review

"An indispensable memoir." --Christopher Merrill, Los Angeles Review of Books

"It is as powerful and knowing an account of the literary muse and its effects as one could hope to read, and the neglect into which it seems to be sliding is a genuine injustice . . . Poets in Their Youth . . . never sensationalizes these brilliant but wildly erratic young men, only seeks to understand them . . . Poets in Their Youth has more to tell us about the minds and lives of poets than anything else I've read--except, of course, the poems themselves." --Jonathan Yardley, The Washington Post

"Mrs. Simpson has added a good deal to the stock of available reality . . . Reading the early chapters of this memoir, I found it hard to believe that Berryman would leap to his death from a bridge; Jarrell, a probable suicide, be run over by a car; Schwartz end his life a virtual derelict in a midtown Manhattan hotel; Lowell, worn out by manic-depressive episodes and alcohol, be found dead in a New York taxicab . . . Eileen Simpson, a shrewd manager of her unhappy saga, doesn't belabor its melodrama, only foreshadows its culmination here and there . . . While the writers talked, Mrs. Simpson listened, and her record of their conversation is unfailingly plausible." --James Atlas, The New York Times

"Simpson's book is absorbing and transporting, one of the best windows we have back to a significant and somewhat magical time . . . it is Simpson's position as a listener which helps make her book as rich as it is." --Lisa Levy, Full Stop

"A whole doomed generation of writers, the nights of wine, dancing, and brilliant talk giving way to paranoia, envy, madness, and death." --The Times Literary Supplement

"Discerning, often probing, and remarkably free of rancor . . . The book is loving, at long distance, and from the remove of forty years . . . Berryman is given every latitude by Mrs. Simpson, who understood him very well at close range." --Howard Moss, The New York Review of Books