Impending Thaw

I'm nearing the end of my Frost biography. He died today as I was riding the train home from work. Now there's only the concluding chapter and an essay on Frost's biographers. This is the Parini biography I've been reading. I've enjoyed it a great deal, but I should say that I think Parini likes, or loves, or needs to love Frost so much that he can't let him be too bad or selfish. He treats Frost's ego, which must have been extremely formidable, as though it never caused too much trouble, which I think it certainly did. And the readings of the poems are overly exalting. But it's a pleasurable read, very much so, nonetheless.