![]() ![]() Once freed from the army, I started to write liter- ary criticism, and in 1951 I published a critical biog- raphy of Anderson. This indifference would not have surprised him it certainly should not surprise any- one who reads his book. Clyde looked, I suppose, not very different from most other American towns, and the few of its residents I tried to engage in talk about Anderson seemed quite uninterested. Several years later, as I was about to go overseas as a soldier, I spent my last weekend pass on a somewhat quixotic journey to Clyde, Ohio, the town upon which Winesburg was partly modeled. In those days only one other book seemed to offer so powerful a revelation, and that was Thomas Hardy’s Jude the Obscure. ![]() A New York City boy who never saw the crops grow or spent time in the small towns that lay sprinkled across America, I found myself overwhelmed by the scenes of wasted life, wasted love–was this the “real” America?–that Anderson sketched in Winesburg. Gripped by these stories and sketches of Sherwood Anderson’s small-town “grotesques,” I felt that he was opening for me new depths of experience, touching upon half-buried truths which nothing in my young life had prepared me for. ![]() ![]() I must have been no more than fifteen or sixteen years old when I first chanced upon Winesburg, Ohio. II, also concerning Jesse Bentley III Surrender, concerning Louise Bentley IV Terror, concerning David Hardy THE PHILOSOPHER, concerning Doctor Parcival ![]()
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