I have been a die-hard fan of Thomas Wolfe ever since I first delved into "You Can't Go Home Again." His writing prowess was simply astonishing, and indeed, he was a true genius as the movie about him aptly titled. Subsequently, I devoured "Look Homeward Angel" and "Lost," solidifying my status as a devoted Wolfe enthusiast. I even made a pilgrimage to his home in Asheville, eager to witness the very places he had described with such meticulous detail. That journey was both enjoyable and fascinating.
Then, I perused A. Scott Berg's book on Max Perkins, Wolfe's remarkable editor. Through it, I gained a far deeper understanding of the real Thomas Wolfe than what could be gleaned solely from his own works. Despite Wolfe's numerous character flaws and idiosyncrasies, I remained captivated by his sheer ability to write voluminously, effortlessly, and superbly. Standing at an imposing 6'5" and residing in a tiny New York apartment, he penned "Look Homeward Angel" on top of the refrigerator in his kitchen. When he was done, he arrived at Perkins' office with a crate filled with over 2000 handwritten pages.
When you read his books, his words flow like poetry. I have often regarded him as a poet-novelist. However, he also had many detractors who criticized his extremely long sentences. I was always a bit perplexed by the intensity of their distaste. But now, having read "Of Time and the River," I better understand their ire. Honestly, as hard as Max Perkins labored to persuade Wolfe to pare down the novel, it could have been easily trimmed by one-third, if not more. It became a real struggle to get through. Nevertheless, you learn about Wolfe's experiences going to Boston, attending Harvard at the age of 20, and his many adventures. His crazy uncle lived there and served as his anchor. There is so much more he reveals about his time in Boston and then New York. But the reason to read this 892-page opus from a genius is to understand his life, his perspectives, his challenges, and his heartaches. Like "You Can't Go Home Again," reading this book requires commitment. While some may dismiss it due to Wolfe's style and length, I saw it as a challenge. If you are a writer or reader who appreciates outstanding writing talent, I urge you to read Wolfe's final book before he tragically passed away at the tender age of 38.