del Valle Schorske: Autumn’s lessons from alums
‘So, after summer, in the autumn air, comes the cold volume of forgotten ghosts, but soothingly, with pleasant instruments, so that this cold, a children’s tale of ice, seems like a sheen of heat romanticized ... The instinct for heaven had its counterpart: the instinct for earth, for New Haven ...” – Wallace Stevens, “An Ordinary Evening in New Haven”
I moved here from California, where sun means heat. It has taken me years to develop enough suspicion of sunlight to pull on layers of awkward wool in the face of all that November brilliance. Season of contrast, of paradox: yellow...
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