This book — like other works of Susan Howe’s — is a marvel. Her kinetic intelligence and poetic fire sparkle and gleam from every line of this deft and wondrous celebration of poetry, history, and sociology, all in the service of literary criticism. Howe’s essays read like no one else’s, except perhaps Charles Olson, whose Call Me Ismael she celebrates here with her typically vibrant and boundless sensibility. Howe's unique view of American literary history affords us as readers much pleasure and reward, and her essays exploring sources as diverse as Herman Melville, Wallace Stevens, Charles Peirce, Jonathan Edwards, and Ad Reinhardt are marvels of scholarship presented as joy. In fact, her descriptions of discovering the limitless possibilities within a research library read like another person’s retelling of a first taste of chocolate, or sex. Howe’s notes on Stevens are particularly inspired; here, she places Elizabeth Park at the center of the unique universe that Stevens inhabited. She retraces his steps in hopes of understanding his personal and tiny Eden. And she finds it. Howe enlarges our passion for the world and all things in it by refusing to narrow the scope of her interests. She delights in the planet on the table and wants us to as well.