A Posthumous Existence

I just read an article, Keat's Afterlife in the New York Review of Books. It's about his last three months of the poet John Keats before he died at 25.

It is a stirring look about how Keats assembled his words, thoughts and ideas in those final months. It's a review of Posthumous Keats: A Personal Biography by Stanley Plumly. Excerpt:

Stanley Plumly's profoundly humane evocation of Keats's life and his immediate afterlife is better than magisterial, for it is masterly. Characteristic of the attentive powers is his pausing upon Keats's word past: "my real life having past." The last word does double duty and more than duty, this having passed into the past

The NYRB reivew probably won't be freely available for too long before it is moved into paid archives.