Slim, bossy and erudite, this is one of the only practical books about poetry that I’ve read. Oliver demonstrates the techniques of poetry and defines the terms as well as what NOT to do. She also reveals something harder to capture; the undeniable value of the organic, the intuitive, the happy accidental and the often associative that comprise genius.
Some titles are the signifier and some are the sign. This title is verse itself with its built- in juxtaposition of past and future; its complexity. If we’re in the future, then the poet is already de
Strout again, inhabits Lucy Barton, from her former book, I Am Lucy Barton, who in turn inhabits Strout: Barton is a writer who is haunted by her childhood and feels “invisible” even as she publishes
Rooney has a gift for making real the pleasures of sex and intimacy— a shower in the morning while a close friend you’ve just had great sex with makes you coffee—the pleasure of a long friendship, but
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