I understand. I feel this way about MFK Fisher as well. One is tempted towards the biography as if it were an opportunity for encountering new work by the author. But instead of a new book by that author, it's just a bloody book about the author. And what I really wanted was the language, the sensibilities, the experience of reading the work. To get all Derrida on yo' ass, Adam, the author does not exist as an entity behind the work. For the moving finger having writ has moved on and what I wanted was the tracings, not the skinny finger with its nail chewed and with a crescent of grime.