Cook the Books

Ha! Following close on the heels of my earlier post, I have managed to score my very own copy of the The Notebooks of Robert Frost.

This thing is a tome and a weighty one at that. The cover consists of a curiously unattractive image of an aged Frost, jotting away with a lap desk. There are no pictures inside.

These are my initial reflections. When I actually have some time to read it...er, more like breeze through it hastily, I'll offer some more feedback. While TNR apparently deemed it worthy of a review, this august publication cast it aside like yesterday's dryer lint, though I had to battle an editorial assistant (who was busy ransacking the castoff pile for other such finds).