Michael Weiss has a nice article—sort of a review of a review—in Jewcy.com.

Irving Howe said that part of Eliot’s appeal was his biography: a shabby-genteel banker from St. Louis ups and moves to the world capital of London and redefines himself as — though I normally shudder to use this term, I think it’s actually the best one in this instance — the voice of his generation. That was the boot-strapper tale par excellence, consonant with the poor but precocious immigrant’s dream to “make it” in America.

As we have worked to death—several times, I think—here on the Corner, I regard Eliot as a total poseur, whose “poetry” provides much employment for academics, but little pleasure to the common reader. As I have also said before, I think that English antisemitism—which Eliot took up as his own—is the mildest and most harmless variety of the sentiment, and really not worth anyone’s bothering about. Certainly it has not stopped Jews flourishing and prospering in England as in no other country but this one. Whether the great influx of Muslims into the U.K. this past 40 years will change that, remains to be seen.