Saturday, April 17, 2010
I was a wee bit obsessed with the simple wonder of William Maxwell's writing for a while ten years, or so, ago. I even managed to convince a very kind publisher's rep to the bookstore where I worked that he should give me Maxwell's collected works. He gave me what they had. They are on the shelf here. Given the coolness I sometimes felt in those books, the Maxwell writings I now most want to read are his Improvisations, which, as far as I can tell, are only available in the Library of America edition.