● YOU COULD BE FORGIVEN for not having heard of Edwin Savage. Professors of twentieth-century literature have gone through entire careers without having so much as heard the mention of his name.
In fact, Savage (1892-1956), as a glance at the 400-word entry devoted to him in the will confirm, was a very minor literary figure of the 1930s, author of a solitary novel, (1934), a handful of poems heavily in debt to W.B. Yeats and a quite entertaining memoir, , published shortly before his death.
