"What a complex and lovely book this is! Reading Elisa Gabbert's obsessively interior, technically rigorous poems is like listening in on the thoughts of a mind so fiercely observant and subtle that I find in them always some new twist, some surprising layer I hadn't noticed before. By turns moving and witty, sharp-eyed and impressionistic, Gabbert writes with technical sophistication and keen intelligence. This is a terrific book"--Kevin Prufer.
Elisa Gabbert writes the On Poetry column for the New York Times and is the author of six collections of poetry, essays, and criticism, including Normal Distance; The Unreality of Memory & Other Essays; The Word Pretty; L'Heure Bleue, or the Judy Poems; The Self Unstable; and The French Exit.
Hesitating between 3 and 4 stars here, but I'll round up. My hesitation is due to the second section of the collection, which I didn't think was *as* strong as the rest. I might be sorta turned off by the very notion of blogpoems, I admit it, though these have an engaging spontaneity to them, and they're funny and playful, which is cool. But anyway, let's talk about just how good this collection is overall! I mean, fantastic. These are complex ideas, shrewd insights, surprising, fresh turns and all in this wonderfully bad-ass voice. I trust this voice. I admire its cracked authority. And the thinking is smart, smart, smart. Wonderful control of sound elements (she totally gets how to use end rhyme), surprising, smart lineation, and searing endings. I look forward to seeing where her work goes from here.
This book marks the dawn of the Badass School of Poetry. Fear and desire get turned inside-out through Gabbert's language gyre (panic has never been so beautiful or funny). Great writer's write the way we think-- lucky for us, Elisa Gabbert happens to think super cool.
Skillfully written, this book teeters between sharp comedy and full blown tragedy. An acidic widowed mother and developmentally arrested adult son are driven from their decadent lifestyle in New York's Upper East Side by self-inflicted scandal and potential bankruptcy.
They flee to Paris by cruise ship…and take their aging cat along for the bumpy ride. Lest you think this was an act of kindness towards the cat, let me hasten to add the mother believes that her late husband's spirit inhabits the cat and she's afraid to desert it.
The characters they encounter and bring into their imploding lives are also deeply flawed and fascinating. It ends in yet another tragedy, of course. I really wanted an epilogue with a ray of sunshine attached, but there is not one.
All said, this book had my attention throughout. I give the author full marks for skill and imagination.
Poems whose lines flit intelligently back and forth between concussive moments of realization. I turned the pages with a kind of shapeless awe, pleasure, and ended, as the poems do, in startled, confident uncertainty.
One of those collections that sends you back re-reading certain poems, stanzas, couplets that linger among your thoughts and beckon to be brought back to the forefront. All the adjectives that get applied to excellent poetry should be applied to these as well.
A fascinating collection of poems. Three sections, each with their own flavor and high points, that are worth reading and savoring. Highly recommended.