Maybe it's fitting that a new biography of the brilliant and troubled poet Elizabeth Bishop is something of a beautiful mess.
From a childhood marked by her father's death and her mentally ill mother being trucked off to a sanitarium when Elizabeth was just 5 years old, Bishop became one of the 20th century's most influential and admired poets.
During an adulthood marked by chronic, untreated alcoholism and the eventual suicide of her mother and her longtime partner, Bishop found love and willed into life a scant 100 published poems that won her a Pulitzer Prize and a National Book Award.
Megan Marshall, herself a Pulitzer winner (for her biography of Margaret Fuller), makes use of a trove of Bishop letters discovered in a Vassar College archive in 2009 to flesh out Bishop's psychotherapy and her lesser-known love affairs with much younger women.
Marshall employs a keen eye for nuance, drama and psychology to write about a life both depressing and in Technicolor. There are vivid scenes of a childhood in Nova Scotia, a place Bishop remembered years later in such oft-anthologized poems as "The Moose" and "At the Fishhouses."
In Florida, poems arising from post-Vassar years spent in Key West with, among other girlfriends, the stationery heir Louise Crane, Bishop releases her inner Hemingway, most memorably in "The Fish."
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine