Malcolm is, without a doubt, one of my favorite biographers. Her work is generally meta-journalism of the highest order and, like any great literary biographer, she writes with remarkable elegance. That said, I found Two Lives somewhat vacuous.
Stein’s constellation of friends, lovers, and artistic contemporaries is handled unsatisfactorily; it feels as the acquaintances detailed were drawn out of a hat. Entire decades of both women's lives are glossed over. Despite presenting itself as a dual biography, the book pays surprisingly little attention to how Stein and Toklas actually lived together, instead returning repeatedly to trite analyses of Stein’s writing. There is, for example, a bizarre digression where Malcolm takes great pains to impress us with just how difficult a read The Making of Americans is, while providing analysis with little more depth than 'it's a novel about its own poesis'. We also spend a great deal of time following Malcolm herself: her encounters with Stein scholars, her frustrations over inaccessible papers. The preponderance of the book, however, is instead dominated by the couple's life in Vichy France and Stein's Jewishness (Toklas is, predictably, neglected).
