More Dylan than you can shake a stick at

It seems to be Dylan-fest in the newspapers.  He's in The Telegraph and The Guardian but the best is in the Independent which even wheels out Christopher Ricks to analyse Like a Rolling Stone. 

From the Independent:

"It is a rare treat, this Dylanfest. And yet, almost certainly, after all these explorations of his life and music, the essence of Dylan will evade capture, as it always does."

This inability to see into the personality and motivation of someone so much in the public eye, and who we feel we ought to be able to know and understand, is clearly part of the fascination.  The obvious temptation then, is to to turn to the work for clues about the life. 

And what does that remind me of? 

Emerson on Shakespeare: "Shakespeare is the only biographer of Shakespeare; and even he can tell nothing, except to the Shakespeare in us."

Not that I am for one moment suggesting that they are comparable.  But the parallels of artists who seem to disappear as individuals from their work, the more we look, seems interesting. 

OK, enough rambling.  I'm going to grapple with the TV now.  Only four hours to go.