Carnival of Losses amounts to a collection of paragraphs, some extended essays, and many short reminiscences about literary figures. Hall seems to have met just about everybody, from Ezra Pound to Robert Frost to Allen Ginsberg, but he liked to write about himself most. “No energy, bad legs, and I’m still smart as hell,” he wrote me in 2013. “There will be an essay book coming, maybe a year from now. Of course I don’t know whether I will be around to read it, but what the hell? Obituaries would probably sell the book.” I wrote him back: “Keep breathing. There’s a series in this.” Hall rollated along.
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
… Donald Hall kept writing—and stayed interesting—until the very end. | City Journal. (Ht tip, Dave Lull.)