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"...[F]or Keats, his had long been a hope at once firm and tentative: 'I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.' For it is I think that gives the asseveration such grace and dignity, so that a small but not insignificant wrong is done when (on a couple of occasions in Posthumous Keats) his precisely guarded hope is indurated into 'his statement to his brother George, in 1818, that he would be among the English poets after his death,' within 'a future that meant to place him 'among the English poets.'" Christopher Ricks, New York Review of Books (read the entire New York Review of Books review)
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Posthumous Keats is the result of Stanley Plumly's twenty years of reflection on the enduring afterlife of one of England's greatest Romanticists. John Keats's famous epitaph "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water" helped cement his reputation as the archetype of the genius cut off before his time. Keats, dead of tuberculosis at twenty-five, saw his mortality as fatal to his poetry, and therein, Plumly argues, lies his tragedy: Keats thought he had failed in his mission "to be among the English poets."In this close narrative study, Plumly meditates on the chances for poetic immortality'"an idea that finds its purest expression in Keats, whose poetic influence remains immense. Incisive in its observations and beautifully written, Posthumous Keats is an ode to an unsuspecting young poet'"a man who, against the odds of his culture and critics, managed to achieve the unthinkable: the elevation of the lyric poem to sublime and tragic status.
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"The great English poet John Keats (1795 — 1821) wrote his last complete poems in the fall of 1819; already ill from tuberculosis, he traveled to Italy with his friend Joseph Severn in a doomed attempt to get well, and died in Rome after a year of getting worse. The prolific and widely honored poet Plumly (Old Heart) offers seven informative, overlapping chapters that consider aspects, consequences and echoes from that sad last year of Keats's life. Plumly discusses artists' portraits of the poet (among them Severn's arresting deathbed sketch). He examines the lives and motives of the people closest to Keats, such as the faithful Severn (who outlived the poet by decades), the perhaps faithless (but perhaps not) Charles Brown and Keats's fiance, Fanny Brawne. He considers Keats's love letters, Keats's medical training, Keatsian and Shelleyan landmarks in Rome, the fate of Keats's manuscripts and, finally, Keats's sense of his own life, as bound up in the poems. Plumly's linked essays incorporate old-school scholarship, but never seem dry or academic in the bad sense: the result feels 'personal' indeed, if never autobiographical. At times Plumly seems unsure for whom he is writing. At other times, though, his unstinting admiration and evocative prose promise to create Keatsians yet unknown." Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
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"At the end of November 1820, after more than a year of nursing an ailing stomach and succumbing to the ravages of consumption, John Keats wrote his friend Charles Brown, 'I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.' It was not the first time that Keats had described this sensation in his letters, but it was the last. Less than three months... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) later, the little-known and lowly regarded poet was dead. Feeling that he had failed to make a name for himself in his brief 25 years, he insisted that his grave be left anonymous and that his epitaph read only, 'Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.' Of course, his friends and future readers allowed Keats no such erasure, but the poet could never have known this. And this bitter conundrum — the poet's ardent wish to glimpse his death while still alive and his friends' equal desire to keep something of the poet alive after his death — is the subject of Stanley Plumly's obsessive, intricate, intimate and brilliant new book, 'Posthumous Keats,' forthcoming in May. If the mark of true genius is the effortless creation of something wholly new that, once seen, becomes self-evident — as Plumly regards Keats' odes — then it's apt that Plumly himself should have to mint a new genre to reckon with the young poet. Plumly calls his new form a 'personal biography' and explains in the preface that he spent multiple drafts and many years shuttling between the third-person voice of a biographer and the first person of a poet or essayist. 'I had to find a middle way,' he concludes. 'The voice needed to be convicted in its opinions and thoughtful in its musings. In the end, this is a book of reflection, contemplation, mediation.' And, as promised, the narrative moves in circles rather than a straight line, spinning out past the end of Keats' life and back, across seven chapters, each constructed in seven sections. But this intricate structure is not about carefully subdividing a life — or afterlife — but rather allowing multiple takes on the same subject matter, doubling back to reconsider or reinforce what we have seen before. If the result sounds maddening, it isn't, partly because the book mimics the ebb and flow of memory, partly because Plumly's prose is a model of readability. He navigates expertly between the pauses of poetic meditation and the necessary forward momentum of a compelling story. Each section begins with a kind of authorial gambit, tests it against Keats' life and poems, then emerges with a new insight. One section, for example, begins: 'The place in his poetry that Keats has come to, in his final days as a writer, is a practice of form in which the eye and ear are indistinguishable.' Plumly elucidates by giving a biographically driven close reading of 'To Autumn,' but slowly builds to ever larger assertions before closing this section: 'To see as a poet, a true dreamer, is to see as a healer and a knower.' For such statements to come off as anything but overblown is a testament to the bravura of Plumly's performance. What contemporary critic would dare make such sweeping assertions or venture so deeply into the mind of his subject? What poet would engage in such exhaustive research or craft such an exacting portrait? Plumly shows us how bloodless and cold criticism has become in the last half-century by demonstrating how passionately engaged he is — with the life he is writing, the poems he is explicating, the era he is recreating. The effect, at times, is like watching a resurrection — not only of Keats, but of the cadaverous genre of literary criticism. To be sure, Plumly traffics somewhat in supposition and interpolation, but his imagination is fed by facts and by a deep and abiding empathy. In the very opening pages of the narrative, we see Keats attempting to escape the heat of Kentish Town by taking the coach to see his sister in Walthamstow. But, at the coach stop, 'Keats could feel a small issue of blood start to move from his lungs up into his throat,' so he returned home, where he 'lay there on the floor of the second story in the heat, with the rust taste of blood in his mouth.' Plumly's source is a line from one of Keats' letters in which he tells his sister only that he stayed home because 'a slight spitting of blood came on which returned rather more copiously at night.' Keats does not mention the taste of blood in his mouth, but how could it not have been there? That radical identification with Keats and the bravery to weave such insights seamlessly into his narrative are what makes Plumly's book more than just another dispassionate biography. His is a book worthy of Keats — full of feeling and drama and those fleeting moments we call genius. Ted Genoways' second book of poetry, 'Anna, washing,' will be published in September. He is the editor of the Virginia Quarterly Review." Reviewed by Ted Genoways, Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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A Los Angeles TimesFavorite Book and a Washington PostBest of 2008: 'A book worthy of Keats'"full of feeling and drama and those fleeting moments we call genius."Ted Genoways, Washington Post Book World
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An acclaimed American poet reflects on the life and legacy of John Keats.
Posthumous Keats: A Personal Biography
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"Publishers Weekly Review"
by Publishers Weekly,
"The great English poet John Keats (1795 — 1821) wrote his last complete poems in the fall of 1819; already ill from tuberculosis, he traveled to Italy with his friend Joseph Severn in a doomed attempt to get well, and died in Rome after a year of getting worse. The prolific and widely honored poet Plumly (Old Heart) offers seven informative, overlapping chapters that consider aspects, consequences and echoes from that sad last year of Keats's life. Plumly discusses artists' portraits of the poet (among them Severn's arresting deathbed sketch). He examines the lives and motives of the people closest to Keats, such as the faithful Severn (who outlived the poet by decades), the perhaps faithless (but perhaps not) Charles Brown and Keats's fiance, Fanny Brawne. He considers Keats's love letters, Keats's medical training, Keatsian and Shelleyan landmarks in Rome, the fate of Keats's manuscripts and, finally, Keats's sense of his own life, as bound up in the poems. Plumly's linked essays incorporate old-school scholarship, but never seem dry or academic in the bad sense: the result feels 'personal' indeed, if never autobiographical. At times Plumly seems unsure for whom he is writing. At other times, though, his unstinting admiration and evocative prose promise to create Keatsians yet unknown." Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
"Review A Day"
by Christopher Ricks, New York Review of Books,
"...[F]or Keats, his had long been a hope at once firm and tentative: 'I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death.' For it is I think that gives the asseveration such grace and dignity, so that a small but not insignificant wrong is done when (on a couple of occasions in Posthumous Keats) his precisely guarded hope is indurated into 'his statement to his brother George, in 1818, that he would be among the English poets after his death,' within 'a future that meant to place him 'among the English poets.'" (read the entire New York Review of Books review)
"Synopsis"
by Hold All,
A Los Angeles TimesFavorite Book and a Washington PostBest of 2008: 'A book worthy of Keats'"full of feeling and drama and those fleeting moments we call genius."Ted Genoways, Washington Post Book World
"Synopsis"
by Norton,
An acclaimed American poet reflects on the life and legacy of John Keats.
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