Thursday, February 07, 2008
The first reference I can find to Frank Wilson on my blog is this one from September 2006. Since then there have been many others. There have also been book reviews I've written for his pages in The Philadelphia Inquirer, one of which resulted in a reconnection with that great poet John Ashbery after a gap of more years than I care to remember. Tomorrow Frank retires from his job as literary editor, though he will continue blogging. He's sent many people to this blog and I hope I've sent a few to his, though I'm not sure he needs them. His blogging style is hubbism, he creates a hub of links rather than a collection of news, views or, in my case, borderline personality disorders. Occasionally, however, Frank himself emerges not just as a diligent bookman but as an Old Tory. I find myself disagreeing with him about as often as I agree with him, though, I note, Frank and Nige are so in tune they could be the same person. Frank was, in effect, my first glimpse of the higher joys - rather than the lower pleasures - of blogging. He raises the game. Last night I had a dream about being in Philadelphia and trying to find him. One day I will.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 10:17 am