首先吸引我的是Irving Howe的Introduction，先抑后扬，写得比正文还精彩，他对Sherwood Anderson前几本小说的评价是 “No one reading these novels was likely to suppose that its author could soon produce anything as remarkable as Winesburg, Ohio.” 略显刻薄。
1.The dream of an unconditional personal freedom, that hazy American version of utopia, would remain central throughout Anderson's life and work. It was an inspiration; it was a delusion.
2.Narrow, intense, almost claustrophobic, the result is a book about extreme states of being, the collapse of men and women who have lost their psychic bearings and now hover, at best tolerated, at the edge of the little community in which they live.
3.In each story one of them emerges, shyly or with a false assertiveness, trying to reach out to companionship and love, driven almost mad by the search for human connection.
4.All men lead their lives behind a wall of misunderstanding they have themselves built, and most men die in silence and unnoticed behind the walls.
5.Misunderstanding, loneliness, the inability to articulate, are all seen by Anderson as virtually a root condition, something deeply set in our natures.
Writing about the Elizabethan playwright John Ford, the poet Algernon Swinburne once said: "If he touches you once he takes you, and what he takes he keeps hold of; his work becomes part of your thought and parcel of your spiritual furniture forever." So it is, for me and many others, with Sherwood Anderson.
阅读正文过程中感觉作者偏爱某几个单词或者短语，不知道是词汇贫乏还是别有用意，反正读完我满脑子都是take possession of和up and down。