Museum of Accidents was an important book of poetry. A quite important one for me, at least.
Then, during the pandemic, after discovering her podcast, of dialogues with major voices and interesting poets, I started noticing how she said "I" all the time. It became irritating. Thus, I started disliking her way of talking, that "sensitive-progressive (but not radical, nothing too dangerous) self-conscious/centered pumpkin spice latte drinking artsy woman" cadences.
("Many true things are difficult to write or offensive to others but The Book of Nothing is not intended for a general audience so I can write anything but I suspect the idea of a “general audience” might be offensive & fallacious --- says Zucker, and what's offensive is how she cares so much about being offensive when writing, or avoiding being "difficult", and so on. It's the gist of the well-meaning platitudes that preside parts of the book).
Now, I can't stop reading this book with her voice in my head and find it quite hard to take it seriously and keep going. There are some passive-agressive preposterous pieces, trying to sound ironic but, well, read for yourselves:
"What the wife has tried:
Ambien, counting sheep, apple cider vinegar, warm milk, aromatherapy, oatstraw infusion, Rescue Remedy, sex, masturbation, visualization, relaxation exercises, inhale 4 hold 4 exhale 6, reading, skullcap, valerian, motherwort, chamomile, hot tea, valium, antidepressants, music, talk radio, cutting out caffeine, exercise, yoga, meditation, books on tape, rice sock, homeopathy, fear of morning, prayer.
Every minute I think: I will give him one more minute & then I will kill him. I believe he deserves to die but making him sleep in the other room seems unwifely cruel? The truth is I might have trouble sleeping even if he were not snoring but truly it is a disgusting sound.
Things the Husband has not tried:
Losing weight, using a harder pillow, seeing a doctor, strengthening his neck muscles, getting tested for sleep apnea, changing his diet, not drinking alcohol.
Still I do not wake him."
The writer has a lot of talent so it's not merely a terrible book, some pages are more than decent, but the editors should have convinced her to wait and change things, throw a lot of stuff away.
The problem is that currently she has too much prestige for that, and that is a pity.
The thing is, a lot of us are yearning for that poetic voice that we used to love in Museum of Accidents, the one that wasn't so crudely and personally hers. Let's hope she finds the time to cast aside her slightly annoying personality and create another voice for her next book, which then will probably be much a better one.