Mr. Anderson, I Presume?
I’ve just met Sherwood Anderson. It seems incredible that I have not read such an important writer of the Chicago Literary Renaissance, but, I’m embarrassed to say, that is the case. I don’t even have a copy of Winesburg, Ohio on my shelf; the situation will be remedied soon. What I have read about Anderson gives the impression that he was a dark souled man. Clyde, Ohio, which formed the backbone of his work, was where he grew up, but young Sherwood headed to Chicago in 1895 after the death of his mother and he is firmly ensconced as a member of its literary community. His relationships with women are notorious; he married four times, but, fortunately, Clarence Darrow was his Chicago lawyer. Intriguing man, this Sherwood Anderson. I look forward to becoming better acquainted. For links to some helpful websites, see Anderson’s page under “Literary Chicago.”