In my opinion, this is the greatest of all American novels. It left me breathless two weeks ago. It contains not only some of the most beautiful writing I've ever read but also profound insights into literature, poetry, human behavior, and New York City in the 1930s. It's a searing and magnificent book where everything is full of grays, not just black and white. It explores various themes such as American racism towards Jews, travel to Europe, family, death, love, desire, becoming an adult, making a living, the pain of creation, train travel, and the joys of life and nature, all told in stunning and beautiful emotional language. It's a par excellence coming of age story by a Southern writer who comes to New York. The novel completely knocked me out, and I know I will need to reread it some day to fully grasp its wonderful power. Much credit must go to the editor, Maxwell Perkins, in whose name the book is dedicated.