Read the 1959 Lysander Kemp translation. Hoping to get a copy of the new Weatherford translation for a reread. 

Some of this poetry is beautiful. But extremely bummed when it got to the anti-semitic bits.

It's the rampant fatphobia and misogyny for me. There's a really interesting idea for a book here, but the execution is god awful. I got swept up in the entertaining bits, but even the slightest reflection on this books take on incarceration or justice will find it quite hollow.

Lewis, Lewis, my sweet summer child- is not the sanctity of space safe from your allegorical demands and treacherous parablism?