‘Do you pronounce it Sowthy or Suthy?’ asked a friend when I mentioned I was reviewing this book. Today, that small controversy probably marks the limit of public curiosity as to this remarkably prolific but not otherwise exceptional poet, novelist, historian, critic and political commentator, who flourished as a radical alongside his friend Coleridge in the early stages of the French Revolution, and later retreated to the Lake District where he became a diehard Tory and Poet Laureate, earning himself the contempt of Shelley, Byron and Hazlitt.
This new biography follows relatively recent volumes by Geoffrey Carnall and Mark Storey; it adds little of significance to them. Professor Speck is, for one thing, an historian rather than a literary critic, and he evinces no interest in analysing or exploring Southey’s imaginative writing. His is a very straight-faced and solidly old-fashioned approach to the facts and the documents; it is meticulously researched and amply annotated and calmly objective and, oh dear, oh dear, more than slightly flat and dull.
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