Thoughts of immortality enter most people’s minds before they cross the final threshold.  Presidents think of their legacy.  Actors imagine their hand prints cemented into a square on Hollywood Boulevard, and no tyrant ever failed to strike a heroic pose for a statue.  On the que

Last Friday, I wrote about the importance of solitude in an artist’s life.  Today, I’m following up with a similar theme based on a review of  H. J. Jackson’s,  Those Who Write for Immortality.  (”Immortal Beloved,” by William Giraldi, The New Republic, March 2015, p