Jason Boog, The Deep End: The Literary Scene in the Great Depression and Today

On a return trip to New York City in 1935, Henry Miller wandered around his old stomping ground of Greenwich Village. Writing a friend, he recounts a visit to a restaurant where he found “the ‘Poets’ Corner,’ a dingy Village rendezvous where the Communist poets sit and chew the fat over a cup of pale, greasy coffee. Here is where America’s great poems are made” (Miller 13). Miller’s unflattering description about members of the Raven Poetry Circle continues as he describes their attempts to s...