The eminent poet and playwright presents six views of what it means to be human, alone and in company, and of the possibilities for and constraints upon individual expression of the human spirit
American poet Archibald MacLeish won a Pulitzer Prize for Conquistador in 1932, served as librarian of Congress from 1939 and as assistant secretary of state from 1944 to 1945, and won again for Collected Poems 1917-1952 and the verse play J.B. (1958).
The modernist school associates this writer. He received three Pulitzer Prizes for his work.
The book was called Herakles. It's not listed on GoodReads but I need it to register on my books-read counter for 2016.
I have no idea what happened in it. A point seemed to be being made about man's need to master the world, even though there's nothing to be done after it's mastered, but I really couldn't be positive because it fluctuated between opaquely stating that (almost verbatim) and then having this weird, drawn out art-house back and forth between the flat characters who flailed and screamed a lot for no discernible reason.