I didn't think I would like reading criticism from Ezra Pound, but this books was pretty funny. This was a required class text, otherwise I may never have read this book. Pound is so sure of himself, that when he makes bold assertions it comes off as hilarious. I really liked how he dissed Shakespeare in favor of Chaucer, as having lived more was was less provencal. Way to go Chaucer, still impressing after all these years.
Not much more I can say about this text than the funny assertions and the suggestions on how to read literature like a boss.