Stuck on her first chapter, the novelist ventured to read it a few years ago at Manhattan's 92nd Street Y. The appreciation that she sensed encouraged Mary McCarthy to sail home and finish her book, The Group. The Y's famed Poetry Center is like that. There Dylan Thomas wrote the final lines of Under Milk Wood, barely in time to hand them to Y actors who were giving the play its first group reading. Robert Frost made an annual pilgrimage for ten years. Britain's T. S. Eliot made it a top stop. So have scores of other writers Robert Graves,...
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