“The New York intellectuals, Irving Howe once said, were obsessed ‘by the idea of the Jew (not always distinguished from the idea of Delmore Schwartz),’” writes the critic David Mikics, in a review attempt to sort out how much the legendary American Jewish writer’s reputation tracks his actual literary worth.
Ben Mazer’s new edition of Schwartz’s Collected Poems aims to resurrect Schwartz the working poet, rather than the once-brilliant wreck of a human being who descended into madness. The results are mixed. Delmore’s Collected Poems encompasses much disappointing verse, along with a handful of lyrics that will live forever. All too often, Schwartz runs into the high weeds of hysterical sentiment, or plunges headlong into bathos. But there are gems amid the dreck, and Mazer has done admirable work. . . .
A stronger writer might have made sublimity rather than self-indulgence out of Schwartz’s background. But what he has left us is enough: a dozen intensely memorable poems, one undying short story, and some discerning critical essays.
More about: Arts & Culture, Delmore Schwartz, Literature, New York Intellectuals