Here is what Cowley says a propos of Caldwell:
Such is the image of HOMO SCRIBENS, the writing man, that Caldwell presents to the world, and to himself as an ideal. It is a radically simplified picture that omits the problems encountered by others who follow the trade. Caldwell's idealized writer has no problems except material ones; no doubts of himself, no hesitations, no fears of losing contact with his subliminal wealth. He is impelled to write by a physical need that makes him forget the need for sleep; turning back the clock, he goes on working without being disturbed by hunger or sexual desire. His only aim is to set down, in the simplest words, a true unplotted record of people without yesterdays. Past literature does not exist for him, and he is scarcely aware of having rivals in the present. As with Adam in the garden, every statement he makes is new. His only mentor is WEBSTER'S COLLEGIATE DICTIONARY; his only acknowledged judge and critic is the inner ear.
(And I Worked at the Writer's Trade)
Kind of cool, ain't it?
