This book puts essays by an important American writer back into print, but it's a bad book. Beginning with the cover's silver lamella treatment but extending especially to the selection and the embarrassing introduction, there is no reason why the reprinting of this book should keep those interested in Jarrell from finding the three books of criticism for which the author himself was responsible. They're available on-line, and at good used book shops. In brief, Jarrell has been Palgraved by Brad Leithauser, who would take that remark as a compliment, because that's just the kind of legitimation he thinks Jarrell needs at this moment in history. But Jarrell is not "the best poetry critic of his generation" (or whatever it is Leithauser wants to claim)and he needn't be to justify keeping his interesting work in print. His editor, however, so concerned is he to settle scores against unnamed academics and other pooh-poohers of Jarrell's presumably unmistakeable authority, resorts to a kind of windy pastiche of Jarrell's critical style, slinging superlatives in every direction where there's no accountability (so, e.g., Jarrell's said to be unlike everyone, everyone, everyone!), with the nervous result that Jarrell looks just as aggressively stupid as his defender. At the same time, the selection of essays and their presentation makes no attempt to understand Jarrell's achievement and its regrettable limitations. It was Robert Duncan who said that Jarrell's criticism was "the attempt to successfully impersonate and then genuinely represent the needs and attitudes of the new literary class that was making its way in the English Departments of American colleges and universities, an increasingly important and estabished group of professor-poets concerned with what poetry should be admitted as part of its official culture." Far from accepting such a criticism, Leithauser's book only adds to the difficulty in understanding how that official culture subjected poetry to the misunderstanding Leithauser now blames the universities for. This book, then, is a wasted chance.