A model biography, in my opinion. Only one, very tiny, concern -- more of a question, really. Carpenter just doesn't seem to like Pound as a poet very much. Towards the end, he ticks off a list of poems that he, a bit grudgingly, admits to be of the first order; and it's a very short list, including "The Return", parts of Cathay, some of the Pisan Cantos, "Mauberley", "Homage to Sextus Propertius", and not much else. So how could Carpenter sustain the energy and motivation to continue with a 1K+ page book on somebody who didn't shiver his timbers? Regardless of why he did, I guess I should be grateful that he did, and did so well! ( )