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"Alfred Habegger presents the first thorough account of Dickinson's growth - a story of genius in the process of formation and then in the act of overwhelming production." "Building on the work of former and contemporary scholars, My Wars Are Laid Away in Books brings to light a wide range of new material from legal archives, congregational records, contemporary women's writing, and previously unpublished fragments of Dickinson's own letters. Habegger discovers the best available answers to the pressing questions about the poet: Was she lesbian? Who was the person she evidently loved? Why did she refuse to publish, and why was this refusal so integral an aspect of her work? Habegger also illuminates many of the essential connections in Dickinson's story: between the decay of doctrinal Protestantism and the emergence of her riddling lyric vision; between her father's political isolation after the Whig Party's collapse and her private poetic vocation; between her frustrated quest for human intimacy and the tuning of her uniquely seductive voice."--Jacket.… (more)
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Although I'd read another biography of her 30 years ago, I'd missed that so much of her writing had to do with spiritual things, and that she held out from professing her faith despite pressure from her school and family. She believed but was not sure.
For those who keep score, Habegger is a proponent of the Wadsworth-as-Master theory.
Besides the photos,
The brilliant, courageous Col. Higginson, who led the first federally organized black regiment in the Civil War, perhaps found his courage failing in his famous encounter with the poet in 1870, "I never was with any one who drained my nerve power so much...I am glad not to live near her"(524).
He may have felt in almost a medieval joust, which despite his military training and bravery, he had not won. Perhaps gendre dynamics have always suffered from brilliant women--like Jane Austen, whose wit is ignored by her pious brothers' epitaph in Winchester Cathedral--though it is only fair to add, powerful women, as with men, need not be brilliant.
The poet confessed to her supporter and reviser, "I never knew how to tell time by the clock till I was 15. My father thought he had taught me but I did not understand & I was afraid to say I did not & afraid to ask anyone else lest he should know." Patriarchal power explain ED's, "I do not cross my Father's land to any House or town"(521) when inviting Higginson from Newport where he lived to Amherst. The Col sized up the men well, "Her father was not severe I should think but remote." (One might perhaps say the same of Austen's brothers.)
Father's investments fostered both Amherst colleges: one was the private, toll-charging Sunderland Bridge. (I think of a one-lane toll bridge I crossed in England, to an historic house and golf course; it was perhaps 30 mi from Wethersfield Air Base, as I recall, but my photos are on a decommissioned computer.)