THOMAS CLAYTON WOLFE received the first copy of his first novel, Look Homeward, Angel, on his 29th birthday. In it, he developed a theme: "that men are strangers, that they are lonely and forsaken, that they are in exile on this earth, that they are born, live and die alone."

Wolfe had planned to call his book O Lost. That title, however, did not appeal to Wolfe's editor, Maxwell Perkins of Charles Scribner's Sons, so Wolfe allowed Perkins to change the title, just as he allowed him to pare and reorder the text. But the theme remained.

Look Homeward: A Life of Thomas Wolfe

By David Herbert Donald

Little, Brown and Co.; $24.95

Five-and-a-half years later, after the publication of his second novel, Of Time and the River, Wolfe traveled to Paris. There he met Sylvia Beach, owner of the noted English bookstore Shakespeare and Company. She thought Wolfe "indubitably a young man of genius" but "perhaps very unsatisfactory as a social being."

The irony in her flash appraisal runs through David Herbert Donald's lengthy biography of Wolfe. Where, if indeed they exist, are the proper boundaries between genius and social being? Must a person's success in one category be contingent upon his success in the other?

Wolfe today is regarded as neither literary genius nor social success. Both his writing and his behavior are seen to have suffered from gargantuan excess. Donald, however, reveals a man whose literary genius draws its very strength from social excess, from the ability to experience and emote on a grand scale. He reveals a man who, according to one of his lovers, was "intolerable and wonderful and talked like an angel and was a real son-of-a-bitch."

Meet Thomas Wolfe, anti-Semite. An early skit begins, "Enter two Jews, arm in arm, gesticulating and exhorting each other loudly. Each bears a money bag in his free hand." The Jews say, "to be bank, to de bank, to de bank." Even as late as 1935 he believed that "the Nazis were simply exhibiting what he considered normal hostility toward the Jews."

Meet Thomas Wolfe, racist. A short story portrays a Black regiment in the Civil War: `"Cavorting with glee, their black faces split by enormous ivory grins,' they gathered around their white officer 'like frantic children,' patting his shoulders `with their great black paws.'"

Are we to judge Wolfe as a product, a victim, of the rural Southern environment that bred such beliefs? Or are we to judge and condemn his standards by our own? Donald succeeds in bridging a gap between these two extreme forms of interpretation. His biography of this most autobiographical of authors never excuses Wolfe's social immaturity, but it fights to prevent Wolfe himself from fading into literary exile.

WOLFE WROTE in a ceaseless quest for a meaning grandiose enough to explain his life. This quest, argues Donald, formed the basis of his genius. It caused him to produce a tremendous output, which ranged from the admirable to the ridiculous. For example, Wolfe once wrote an account that, according to Donald:

ran to 240 typed pages--about eighty thousand words, or the size of an average novel--that, covering a period of only about five minutes, recaptured every move, gesture and word uttered in a long, and largely pointless, conversation designed to get Eliza Gant from the kitchen of her house into a car waiting in front, so that she, Luke, and Eugene could take a short ride.

It cannot be said that Wolfe spoke for an era, but--as is obvious in his fascination with the lives of the Gants, autobiographical representations of Wolfe's family--he most definitely spoke for himself.

Wolfe was unable to capture effectively the political climate of his era, unless that climate directly infringed upon his own experience. Wolfe respected the influence of Marxist critics, for example, but "found ingratiating himself with the literary Left both time-consuming and exasperating." Typically, he did not capture a moment in an effort to reform it, but rather in an effort to remember it. Function lagged far behind form, got lost somewhere in the piles of unpublished manuscripts and unsent letters.