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Thanks,CR, there must be a lesson here. This is one of the flat-out 
stupidest reviews I've ever read."Heaven knows; anything goes."

Pax,

Ken A.


> In this context, it should be interesting to read the following
> book-review in The Atlantic Monthly of July 5th, 2005. Let me take the
> liberty, with due apologies, to reproduce it here.
>
> Regards.
>
> ~ CR
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>  [Image: "The Atlantic Monthly"]
> Tuesday, July 5th, 2005
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> The Annotated Waste Land with Eliot's Contemporary Prose
> by T S Eliot
>  Defensive modesty of this variety can often be worth noting; what
> critic has ever succeeded in getting any sense or any beauty out of the
> final pages? And in what conceivable universe -- even the batty, sinister
> one of Ezra Pound, who insisted that the poem open in that manner -- is
> April the cruelest month?
> It is not disputable that by publishing The Waste Land when he did, Eliot
> caught something of the zeitgeist and enthralled those who needed
> borrowed words and concepts to capture or re-express the desolation of
> Europe after 1918. But this latest attempt at context and explication has
> the effect, prefigured in earlier scrutinies, of helping to further
> demystify what is certainly the most overrated poem in the Anglo-American
> canon.