The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village under the Sea: Poems

The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village under the Sea: Poems

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by Mark Haddon
     
 

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From the phenomenally bestselling author of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time comes Mark Haddon’s first collection of poems.

That Mark Haddon’s first book after The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time is a book of poetry may surprise his many fans; that it is also one of such virtuosity and range will not.

Overview

From the phenomenally bestselling author of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time comes Mark Haddon’s first collection of poems.

That Mark Haddon’s first book after The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time is a book of poetry may surprise his many fans; that it is also one of such virtuosity and range will not.

The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village Under the Sea reveals a poet of great versatility and formal talent. All the gifts so admired in Haddon’s prose are in strong evidence here – the humanity, the dark humour, and the uncanny ventriloquism – but Haddon is also a writer of considerable seriousness, lyric power, and surreal invention. This book will consolidate his reputation as one of the most imaginative writers in contemporary literature.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

“Gloriously eccentric and wonderfully intelligent.”
The Boston Globe

“Moving. . . . Think of The Sound and the Fury crossed with The Catcher in the Rye and one of Oliver Sacks’s real-life stories.”
–Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times

“This is an amazing novel. An amazing book.”
The Dallas Morning News

Praise for Mark Haddon

“Mark Haddon is both clever and observant, and the effect is vastly affecting.”
The Washington Post Book World

“A wise and bleakly funny writer with rare gifts of empathy.”
–Ian McEwan, author of Atonement and Saturday

Publishers Weekly
Despite the Curious Incident-like title, fans of Haddon's novel will find this collection's pleasures less immediate, but that doesn't mean they aren't here. Forlorn yet resolved in the face of an abrupt change of station, Haddon's speaker makes his way through a Britain that seems composed largely of hotels and rich people, as strange to him as the world was to his earlier protagonist: "above the confusion of forks// you will realize that is/ where your journey starts." Other poems rewrite horatian odes, imagine "Christmas Night 1930" and effect a "decimation" of John Buchan's novel The House of Four Winds. Technically accomplished and spikily humorous ("You did the Hippy-Hippy Shake/ I messed with Mr. In-Between"), the poems are marbled with scenes of same-sex love and desire, and ruminations on writing, fame and death. They will whet appetites for Haddon's fiction follow-up. (Apr.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Even if Haddon weren't the author of the phenomenally successful The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, this quirky and fairy tale-like verse would be intriguing to read. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780307275691
Publisher:
Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:
04/11/2006
Pages:
80
Sales rank:
729,563
Product dimensions:
5.21(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.29(d)

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Go, Litel Bok

Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the jury.
Those of my trade, we are like the badger or the mole.
We work alone in darkness, guided by tiny candles which we do not share, sweating to give birth to replacement planets where things happen which don't.
And sometimes the hard jigsaw becomes a picture and not a car accident. More rarely we place our fingers adroitly on the frets or keyboard and multitudes plummet through the small white trapdoor which bears our hieroglyphs. Then we are taken up into the blaze and shout of the conurbations to make words in the air and strike the strange pose from the clothing catalogue. But sometimes we see a swallow in wintertime. And the talking horse and the sad girl and the village under the sea descend like stars into a land of long evenings and radically different vegetables and a flex is run from our hearts into the hearts of those who do not know the meaning of the words cardigan or sleet. And there is no finer pudding.
Now I am like that cow in the nursery rhyme.
The fire I have felt beneath your shirts. These cloisters.
Red mullet with honey. This surprisingly large slab of Perspex. Your hands are on me. But this man is another man. The clock chimes, my pumpkin waits and the frog drums his gloved fingers on the dashboard.
May the god whose thoughts are like a tent of white light above the laundry and the pigeons of this town walk always by your side. My burrow calls. Good night.

A Rough Guide

Be polite at the reception desk.
Not all the knives are in the museum.
The waitresses know that a nice boy is formed in the same way as a deckchair.
Pay for the beer and send flowers.
Introduce yourself as Richard.
Do not refer to what somebody did at a particular time in the past.
Remember, every Friday we used to go for a walk. I walked. You walked.
Everything in the past is irregular.
This steak is very good. Sit down.
There is no wine, but there is ice cream.
Eat slowly. I have many matches.

After a Beheading

When you have jumped the logging trains across the Hendersons and eaten

stray dog roasted on a brazier,
when you think that you can feel

the rasp of a freshly laundered pillow on your face and hear

the little song of halyards below your window at "The Limes"

but come round to the smell of petrol and the sherry-hollowed faces

of your dubious companions,
when you want to lie down in the soiled,

grey snow and never move again,
you will come to a five-gabled house

in the suburbs of a cutlery-making city and be embraced by a bearded man

with the build of a former athlete who smokes "El Corazon" cigars.

His wife will have perfect breasts and make the noise of a leopard sleeping.

Neither of them will ask you for your name.
You will be offered the use of a bathroom

where the towel-glare hurts your eyes,
the soap is labeled in Italian

and the cream suit on the warmed rail fits with sinister precision.

You will then be led into the dining room.
There will be beef Wellington and firm pears

and a jazz trio playing Monk on guitar and vibes.

There will be many fingerbowls.
Your host will say, "Eat . . . Drink . . ."

and as your hand hangs like a hawk above the confusion of forks

you will realize that this is where your journey starts.

Cabin Doors to Automatic

We take off in a lightning storm.
The big jets kick in and we climb through blue explosions;
below the fuselage, moonlight on the Solway Firth, the fields of Cumbria, our litel spot of erthe
that with the see embracéd is.

This is how we leave the world,
with the heart weeping,
and the hope that distance brings the solving wonder of one last clear view before that long sleep above the weather's changes.

Green

Horace Odes 1:4

Spring and warm winds unlock the fist of winter.
Winches haul dry hulls down the beach.
The ploughman and his animals no longer love the stable and the fire.
The frost no longer paints the fields white.

The moon is overhead. Cytherean Venus dances with her girls. The Graces and the spirits of the trees and rivers stamp the earth while flaming Vulcan tours the massive thunder-forges of the Cyclops.

It's time to decorate your oiled hair with green myrtle or with flowers growing from the soft earth. It's time to find a shady spot and sacrifice a young goat to the woodland god.
Or kill a lamb if that is what he wants.

Death's sickly face appears at the doors of shacks and palaces. Rich Sestius,
this short life makes a joke of long hopes.
Pluto's shadow hall, those ghosts you read about in stories, and that final night

will soon be snapping at your heels.
And then you won't be throwing knuckle-bones to win the job of drinking-master,
or ogling pretty Lycidas, who'll drive men wild until he's big enough for girls.

Meet the Author

Mark Haddon is a writer and illustrator of numerous award-winning children’s books and television screen-plays. He is the author of the bestselling novel, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, which was the Whitbread Book of the Year in 2004. He teaches creative writing for the Arvon Foundation and lives in Oxford, England.

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