The Cambridge Introduction to Emily Dickinson

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Cambridge University Press, Mar 8, 2007 - Literary Criticism - 148 pages
Emily Dickinson is best known as an intensely private, even reclusive writer. Yet the way she has been mythologised has meant her work is often misunderstood. This introduction delves behind the myth to present a poet who was deeply engaged with the issues of her day. In a lucid and elegant style, the book places her life and work in the historical context of the Civil War, the suffrage movement, and the rapid industrialisation of the United States. Wendy Martin explores the ways in which Dickinson's personal struggles with romantic love, religious faith, friendship and community shape her poetry. The complex publication history of her works, as well as their reception, is teased out, and a guide to further reading is included. Dickinson emerges not only as one of America's finest poets, but also as a fiercely independent intellect and an original talent writing poetry far ahead of her time.

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Contents

Section 1
2
Section 2
5
Section 3
10
Section 4
14
Section 5
18
Section 6
24
Section 7
27
Section 8
28
Section 10
32
Section 11
36
Section 12
40
Section 13
81
Section 14
92
Section 15
110
Section 16
121
Section 17
123

Section 9
30

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About the author (2007)

Wendy Martin is Professor of American Literature and American Studies at Claremont Graduate University, California and the editor of The Cambridge Companion to Emily Dickinson (Cambridge, 2002).

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