ABSTRACT
Pound's volume is a miscellany of the outlandish—chapters on baroque French poets, very advanced English novelists, and so on. There is even a burlesque on the Book of Genesis. What illuminates the whole is the charm of Pound's unusual personality—his pertinacious bellicosity, his abysmal learning, his delight in the curious. He is perhaps the most extraordinary man that American literature has seen in our time, and, characteristically enough, he keeps as far away from America as possible.
