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In these journeys, we hear the constant murmured ...
In these journeys, we hear the constant murmured “yes” of creation—“it will be packing its small suitcase soon; it will leave the keys dangling from the lock and set out at last,” Wright tells us. He introduces us to the powerful presences in his world (the haiku master Basho, Nietzsche, St. Teresa of Avila, and especially his father, James Wright) as he explores the continually unfolding loss of childhood and the mixed blessings that follow it. Taken together, the pieces deliver the diary of a poet—“a fairly good egg in hot water,” as he describes himself—who seeks to narrate his way through the dark wood of his title, following the crumbs of language. “Take everything,” Wright suggests, “you can have it all back, but leave for a little the words, of all you gave the most mysteriously lasting.” With a strong presence of the dramatic in every line, Kindertotenwald pulls us deep into this journey, where we too are lost and then found again with him.
Posted March 10, 2012
Finally Mr. Wright writes his way out of his father's mammoth shadow. This is the one that should have snatched the Pulitzer. More controlled and disciplined than his previous work ever was. His honesty may make you cringe at first but later you'll be grateful for it. Don't ask me to explain it, mate, just read him, then you'll know.
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