"But nobody is perfect, and when the sage of Baltimore announces that 'poetry is essentially an effort to elude facts, whereas prose is essentially a means of unearthing and exhibiting them,' one can only murmur, Boobus Americanus" (The American Scene, by H. L. Mencken).
"His point of view, when one has penetrated the linguistic brush pile, is tolerant exasperation with practically everything. At his best, Mr. Lennon can achieve overtones of satire, parody, obscenity, political comment, and literary reminiscence in a single cannily distorted word" (A Spaniard in the Works, by John Lennon).
"Reminds me of the time I worked in a mental hospital, where the worst of several available disasters was to be cornered by a patient -- the kind put there merely because the family had become unendurably bored with his conversation -- and compelled to listen to a life history told without humor, without discrimination, but with the absolute conviction that the speaker was the center of everybody's universe, and with total recall" (La Bâtarde, by Violette Leduc).
One of PLA's great admirers, a former book editor for Time magazine, who knew reviewers, pronounced her simply "a marvel." This marvel will be greatly missed, along with her interesting hats and the pungent smoke of cigarillos that tended to billow about her head and shoulders. We will just have to do without her saucy prose style, her passion for archaeology, her equable intolerance of nonsense.
-- THE EDITORS
Photograph by Martin Cornel.
The Atlantic Monthly; August 2000; 77 North Washington Street - 00.08; Volume 286, No. 2; page 4.