Sublime

Fritz Peters’ Finistère, as well as many of the fine books from the 1950s and even the early 1960s – James Barr’s Quatrefoil (1950), Russell Thacher’s The Tender Age (1954), James Yaffe’s Nothing But the Night (1957) – might fall into this category. This is all rather odd, since if there is one thing we can see in many of Amory’s writings about lit

High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet. My love, my baby. No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable.

Ensuite, il s’écoula presque cinq mois avant que Mayziel revît le jeune homme, qui avait laissé derrière lui en partant, dans l’appartement lyonnais, ses seuls biens terrestres de l’époque : deux livres, un exemplaire des Essais de Montaigne en français, et Feuilles d’Automne en anglais, de Walt Whitman.