The Independent: “But there are inescapable similarities between the book and Carey’s own life. Its central character, Butcher Bones, is an artist born the same year and in the same town outside Melbourne, Australia. Their careers have taken them to Sydney, Tokyo and New York, but perhaps more crucially both have recently emerged from bitter divorces.”
Month / May 2006
It Was Really About the Puns, Not the Dinero
Speculative Fiction Elder Statesmen Don’t Count on the Exegesis Front?
There seems to be only one review I can find of the new Best of Philip Jose Farmer collection.
Prosody in a Ha-Ha Way?
Poetry’s Clearinghouse?
Ron Silliman takes a recent Poetry Foundation study to task at great length: “As a one-time contributor to Poetry, I know that this doesn’t touch my world in any meaningful way. But here’s my question: does it touch the world of Christian Wiman and the current generation of old/new formalists he represents? If it does, how very sad for him. If it doesn’t, one wonders just how much money the Poetry Foundation sunk into this project. One can imagine the New York trade publishers funding this sort of research, because it really has more to do with their use of poetry as coffee table and Christmas gift-ware, what to give to that sensitive but strange niece, that sort of thing. But as a study of the sociology of poetry, what is most remarkable is just how far it misses the mark.”