Hmm …

… Of Possums and Pomposity: T. S. Eliot’s “Complete Prose”. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I remember going to Leary’s Book Store — a legendary used bookstore that when it closed was thought to be the oldest in the country — and buying Eliot’s Collected Poems 1909 to 1939 and reading on the El “Preludes” and realizing that poetry didn’t have to be about daffodils, that the city was poetic also. I have always liked his funereal readings of his poetry. In short, I remain a fan. I don’t get from this review the sense I have had of Eliot all these years. And I suspect Eliot would have been delighted with his Tony Awards for Cats.