Name that poet
Michael Hofmann's review of The Letters of Robert Lowell is brief compared to others I've seen. Maybe Hofmann was expecting to read gossip about the making of the film version of The Thirty-Nine Steps or the TV version of Jesus of Nazareth or Ken Russell's Mahler. Take a look at the title The Observer gives to the book.






I was hoping for a bit of background on the great man’s side-splitting colaboration with the equally magnificent Jasper Carrot; “The Detectives”; the finest hour of both.
Imagine my disappointment. No, just imagine it.