This surreal, darkly humorous, and relentlessly probing poetry collection resides at "the disorienting juncture between fairy tale and nightmare" (Publishers Weekly).
Suffused in psychology, uncertainty, and desire, Michael Bazzett's The Interrogation is an unsparingly honest catechism of the self. In the title poem, a speaker--at once questioner and questioned--insistently asks: Who? What? Where? Why? Why our cruelty? Why our loneliness? And how do we connect?
These poems read like disorienting fables and seemingly familiar folktales. In them, we are escorted to dreamlike cities, brought into the rich earth under a simple mattress, and drawn inside the mind, where "Nobody fails at meditation / like I do."
MICHAEL BAZZETT is the author of five books of poetry: You Must Remember This, (Winner of the 2014 Lindquist & Vennum Prize for Poetry); Our Lands Are Not So Different (Horsethief Books, 2017); The Interrogation (Milkweed Editions, 2017); The Temple (Bull City Press, 2020); and The Echo Chamber (Milkweed, 2021). His translation of the creation epic of the Maya, The Popol Vuh, (Milkweed, 2018) was named one of 2018's best books of poetry by the New York Times. He is the recipient of a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, and his poems have appeared in numerous publications, including Ploughshares, The Sun, The American Poetry Review, Tin House, & The Iowa Review. A longtime faculty member at The Blake School, in Minneapolis, Bazzett has received the Bechtel Prize from Teachers & Writers Collaborative.
I bough this on a whim after enjoying his poem in American Poetry Review. I wasn’t disappointed and plan to seek out the author’s other work now that I finished this collection. There were several pieces in here that have stuck with me. My favorite poem: On the One Hand.
Bazzett is a tremendously talented poet with a gift for polyphony. This is a really good book, but it is also a transitional book, catching the author mid-transition from young turk to sure-footed journeyman. This transitional sense, along with his knack for polyphony, undercuts the foundational roots of this book. It's hard to inhabit, but still a good read. But not one of those poetry books you'll read again and again and again. It will be interesting to see where he goes from here.
Overall I enjoyed your collection. I noted ten in particular on a piece of scratch paper that I’m as likely to reread as the collection I overall enjoyed.
To comment on or critique poetry Gives me the heebie jeebies.
I hear my eloquent, erudite reflections In my uncultured, Neanderthal mouth: Me like this one, Me no like that one. Me don’t know why.