New at IWP Books: Anne Goodwin Winslow, 1945, A Winter in Geneva and Other Stories.
“These were strange thoughts to be going with her about this familiar place, where she believed they had never been before. Was it only inanimate things that stayed with us long enough to be really familiar, really ours, as our thoughts and feelings could not be because we were always having new ones? We had a perfect mania for replacing them — even the ones we liked the best. Any poet who imagined he had written something more enduring than bronze had better publish it right away, or lose it — or at any rate stop thinking about it; for if he kept it in mind, as people say, he was absolutely sure to change it, that being apparently what one’s mind was for. One could hold a beloved object in one’s hands, at least for a while, without doing anything to it; one could even imagine holding it so until it and the hands had both grown old; but the mind was not respectful like that — not even of beauty, and less than anything of love.”
Admirers of Winslow include Jacques Barzun and Albert Jay Nock.