The Washington Post’s Bob Thompson has a long profile of Stanley Plumly and his new book Posthumous Keats, three decades in the making and survivor of a publisher switch, an ended marriage and doubts he wouldn’t finish. Thompson writes: “He sometimes felt like Sisyphus, watching the damn rock roll endlessly back down the hill. But there were other times, Plumly says, when communing with the author of “Ode to a Nightingale” made him feel ‘at least twice alive.'”WaPo
