A sort of consummation

Andrew Motion has a thoughtful piece at the Guardian about Peter Stanford's biography of Cecil Day-Lewis. Sounds like kind of a must-read to me, though I will confess that my minor obsession with Day-Lewis stems primarily from my obsessive reading and re-reading during early adolescence of the strangely (strangewaysley, if I can make an Ed Parkism) compelling detective novels he published under the name Nicholas Blake.