Fred Beake has just been visiting me. He thinks my `review' of BL
hilarious and doesnt believe a word of it. The ultimate for him is
for me to compare Hughes and Plath when PLath has written `twenty
to thirty of the great poems of the century'. What Fred has read
of BL makes him think it badly written and I guess he thinks it
shouldnt have been written in the first place.
Clearly he has no time for Hughes as a poet, except for a few early
poems. So my little `review' for the Americans is trounced already.
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