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LEFTOVER LIFE TO KILL (262 pp.)-Caitlin Thomas-AtlanticLittle, Brown...
...does not exist, says Ivan Karamazov, everything is permitted. To his wife Caitlin Thomas, Poet Dylan Thomas was God-or so she suggests. Her book is a searingly candid chronicle of what she permitted herself (very nearly everything) in the first year following Thomas' death in Manhattan in 1953. Leftover Life to Kill will shock and infuriate some readers, make passionate partisans of others. The book's most remarkable quality is not its wild, keening dirge for the dead poet, but its revelation of the Dionysian personality and singing, Celtic eloquence of Irish-born Caitlin Thomas...
...Killed Dylan? The first to shrink visibly in Caitlin's earth-mothering embrace is Dylan himself: "Dylan used to read to me in bed, in our first, know-nothing, lamb-sappy days; to be more exact, Dylan may have been a skinny, springy lambkin, but I was more like its buxom mother then, and distinctly recollect carrying him across streams under one arm; till the roles were reversed and he blew out and I caved in." Exactly why Dylan "blew out" is a question that has fueled his funeral pyre for the last four years. The argument ranges from...
...questions like: "What time is it?" Around midnight Thomas suddenly went into coma. An ambulance rushed him to nearby St. Vincent's Hospital. During the next few days distraught poets, painters, sculptors and assorted hangers-on crowded into the hospital lobby, sometimes 40 deep. Thomas' wife Caitlin flew in from London, proved so distraught herself that she had to be put temporarily into a hospital at Astoria, L.I. That is where she was when Dylan Thomas died, without regaining consciousness...
Sight & Decision. Caitlin's motehr was once captured by Indians, and he himself was born near the frontier-at Wilkes-Barre, Pa., in 1796. But Catlin's early ambitions lay eastward; he taught himself the rudiments of portraiture and offered his painting services in Philadelphia. At 26 Catlin happened to see a straggle of Indians pass through on their way from Washington. The sight made him resolve on the spot that "the history and customs of such a people, preserved by . . . illustrations, are themes worthy of the lifetime of one man, and nothing short of the loss...