I seem to be mourning a lot lately. Not too long ago it was Porter Wagoner. This time it’s Elizabeth Hardwick the critic, poet, and co-founder my favorite magazine of all time.
Hardwick on Eugene O’Neil: “If the dialogue is so cumbersome how can the drama, projected through the dialogue, make its way into our senses? . . . Sometimes literature is not made with words.”
Archive of her criticism HERE
