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    Guy Davenport’s Translation of Mao

    by Anthony Madrid Sep 26, 2018 4 minutes

    Guy Davenport / Poem by Mao Zedong

    In 1979, Guy Davenport’s second book of “stories” appeared: Da Vinci’s Bicycle. He was fifty-one. I put quotation marks around the word stories because almost nothing happens in any of them. When they’re good, they’re good for other reasons. 

    Davenport was a disciple of Ezra Pound and James Joyce, and like everyone answering that description, he was a supreme crank. The main problem with all of these guys is that they vastly overestimate the value of literary allusion. And I know all about it, ’cuz I was ruined in my youth by these lizard-eating weirdos. Davenport certainly did his part.

    They were all brilliant. They could write sentences that stick with you forever. Most people never write even

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