Fred Wah

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Fred Wah



Fred Wah has been involved with a number of literary magazines over the years, such as Open Letter and West Coast Line. Recent books are the biofiction Diamond Grill (1996), Faking It: Poetics and Hybridity (2000), a collection of essays, and Sentenced to Light (2008), a collection of poetic image/text projects. He splits his time between the Kootenays in southeastern B.C. and Vancouver.

Average rating: 3.8 · 878 ratings · 103 reviews · 39 distinct worksSimilar authors
Diamond Grill

3.64 avg rating — 615 ratings — published 1996 — 9 editions
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Faking It: Poetics and Hybr...

4.22 avg rating — 18 ratings — published 2000 — 3 editions
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Breathin' My Name With a Sigh

4.40 avg rating — 15 ratings — published 1981
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The False Laws of Narrative...

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4.13 avg rating — 16 ratings — published 2009 — 3 editions
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Scree: The Collected Earlie...

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4.40 avg rating — 15 ratings — published 2015 — 2 editions
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is a door

3.71 avg rating — 17 ratings — published 2009 — 3 editions
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Loki Is Buried at Smoky Cre...

4.25 avg rating — 12 ratings — published 1980
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Music at the Heart of Thinking

4.36 avg rating — 11 ratings2 editions
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Pictograms from the interio...

3.80 avg rating — 10 ratings3 editions
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Sentenced to Light

3.89 avg rating — 9 ratings — published 2008
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“Sipping underneath that wet, burned rice after dinner in his gaze is some long night far away on the other side of earth in other eyes and other pots burned hot in the charcoal clay stove flickered light from the lit dry grass under the same stars fields of rice and water Pacific Ocean end of murmured sadness jumped intestinal interstices, bisected, circulated, tongue's crack, crossed into gut, guttered now between the pages of this book the floating gaze and taste burnt right through to the spine.”
Fred Wah, Diamond Grill



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