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I received it late Thursday, opened it, began reading when Cheever was sixty and teaching at the Iowa's writer workshop, read to the end, then went back to the beginning.
I couldn't put it down until my eyes were beginning to cross.
This is one amazing biography. I had heard Cheever was complicated and troubled, but I had not even a shred of a clue how complicated this guy was.
It makes me want to try to read his work again.
But, I have to say, this is a biography that struck me almost as a horror story. It is masterful; detailed in the extreme, with each fact relevant but the majority of them frightening.
In the end it is a story of tremendous redemption, but what a painful journey he, his brother, and his entire family had.
I hate that cliche, "I couldn't put it down," but I couldn't put it down. That is the fastest I have ever read a book of this length.
In addition to appreciating it as the study of a writer who in his boyhood was traumatized by a difficult childhood, it provides incredible insight into what it was like to be deeply conflicted about having a confused sexuality during a very judgmental time. Also, Cheever idolized the most masculine writers, which probably just made it all more horrible.
I just wish he had extended the compassion he had for his own conflicts to his wife and children, who were scarred forever by his bitterness.
I hope this biography wins awards. It is stunning; it veritably leaves me speechless.
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