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Among so many other things, it is delicious gossip elevated to the level of tragedy, and it is tragedy with all the classic tropes, reinvented in the post-Freudian era of American hegemony. We read it with an exquisite frisson of schadenfreude and then sympathy and pity, and finally a sense of recognition. It is a quintessential tale of doomed love, of course, but one in which the lovers' respective trajectories of self-possession and dissipation cross with all the probability and inevitability of Sophocles. A few scenes falter, sentences confound, but all in the service of expressing utterly profound, definitive meaning, which in the most emotionally moving work must always battle formal constraints. Unique, universal, of an era and timeless, exacting and messy. Throughout, sounds and images overlap and resonate on (almost) subconscious levels, as they do in the most successful poetry. Oh, anyway, completely in love with this book. Object of worship.