I'm writing chapter 2 of my dissertation on James Agee's Let Us Now Praise Famous Men and there's a New Yorker review of his recently collected works.
Much of the review quotes Agee's writing, which may go to show that there's little substitute for his own words. Beauty, in other words, makes for unlucky dissertation writers.
As for chapter 1, it's heartening to know that American imperialism, as evidenced by events seventy years ago, is still broiling strong. Someone at a conference claimed that talking about the British Empire had no U.S. equivalent, and I quietly reminded her about Haiti.