unfortunately he ruins the plot giving it all away in the title
"He stopped writing for twenty years from 1984-2004."
I guess this book could do such a thing
Here is a sampler of this hyped unknown
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From his book Some Frames (2011)
'Curling slivers of coloured plastic, turning the way worms turn the earth inside our wordy hearts, friends will begin again, out into the negative light of morning, slivers, the skin of an orange in twisty arcane pieces, looking for ways to start again.'
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[This is Hannan at his best. There are times, however, when you ask yourself whether he’s attempting to mix levels of language or whether he’s just slipped into a prose rhythm inadvertently.]
[The last few lines of “Untitled art advertisement #39,” for example, move from the specific to the meditative and back: “there’s a sculpture by Barnett Newman, called The Broken Obelisk, / anyway, this is another nice place to be alone / if ever you feel you’d like to be alone in Houston, Texas.” This could be viewed as a satire of the pomposity of the world of art connoisseurs or of the art gallery brochure.]
[Oh, about that twenty-year lapse, Hannan has completed his novel and is looking for a publisher. And he’s not an Emily Dickinson, but a Jack Hannan, and that’s good enough.]
[Arcpoetry Magazine]
odds are pretty good he'll visit goodreads and either scream at us, or thank him for a review!
hopefully he will explain his orange fetish and give us a few boxes of organic oranges, and well Osiris and I can sit in the shade and ask for some tissue paper