My Life and Loves in Greenwich Village

When the poet Maxwell Bodenheim and his common-law wife, Ruth Fagan, were found brutally murdered by the insane man whose single room they were sharing, the press made much of the sensation. Persons safely distant from Bodenheim's bitter struggle for existence, who thought of him merely as a drunken shambles, felt, somewhat smugly, he had met a suitable end. But Bodenheim's funeral was richly attended by poets and artists who know better. They knew that to the last minute of his precarious life