The long-awaited memoirs of New Directions' founder. James Laughlin, the late founder and publisher of New Directions, was also a poet of elegance and distinction. At his death in 1997 at the age of eighty-three, he left unfinished his long autobiographical poem, Byways . It is no exaggeration to say that his publishing house, which he began in 1936 while still an undergraduate at Harvard, changed the way Americans read and write serious literature. Yet the man who published some of the greatest writers of the twentieth century remained resistant for most of his life to the memoiristic impulse. In the end he found his autobiographical voice by adopting the swift-moving line of Kenneth Rexroth's booklength philosophical poem, The Dragon and the Unicorn (1952). Byways weaves together family history (the Laughlins were wealthy Pittsburgh steel magnates), the poet's early memories and travels in Europe and America with his playboy father, his years at Harvard, first meetings with Pound, the beginning of his publishing venture, his reminiscences of close friendships with writers including W.C. Williams, Thomas Merton, and Kenneth Rexroth, his postwar work in Europe and Asia with the Ford Foundation as publisher of its international literary magazine, Perspectives , and not least, his many early loves.
This is the second autobiographical book I've read by New Directions publisher James Laughlin, the other being The Way It Wasn't: From the Files of James Laughlin. Both have unconventional memoir formats (though that other was compiled posthumously so I suppose form can't be attributed entirely to him.) This one is a long narrow poem with occasional interpolations of prose by others. Generally each section focuses on one person; his older relatives, girlfriends, Ezra Pound, Thomas Merton, William Carlos Williams (he published them all).
I have no idea anymore why I chose this book. I see that I started it in June of 2021 and it's taken me this long. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the book every time I sat down to read it. I wasn't wild about the book/his memoirs being in poem form, but it was still interesting reading.