Alfred Kazin was by any reasonable measure one of America's greatest critics and men of letters, a reader who read first of all as a human being full of questions, passions, and--alas, overworked noun--heart. This is the astounding apprenticeship piece by the 27 year old Kazin. Does it have weaknesses? Surely. Young Kazin was blazing trails, as well as sharpening his tools, making way for future works of the journeyman. But it also sets a standard that those of us, like myself, who are nearly twice the age of the then young author, could scarcely live up to.
Judged from a mature perspective, four stars. Judged as a work of youth, more than five.
Young critics scholars, read and weep--and, of course, learn.