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âThis 20th collection from the former U.S. poet laureate departs only by degrees from his poems of earlier decadesâbut it could just be his best book.â âPublishers Weekly (starred review) In his first volume of poetry since his tenure as poet laureate, Charles Simic shows he is at the height of his poetic powers. These new poems mine the rich strain of inscrutability in ordinary life, until it is hard to know what is innocent and what ominous. There is something about his work that continues to be crystal clear and yet deeply weighted with violence and mystery. Reading it is like going undercover. The face of a girl carrying a white dress from the cleaners with her eyes half-closed. The Adam \u0026 Evie Tanning Salon at night. A sparrow on crutches. A rubber duck in a shooting gallery on a Sunday morning. And someone in a tree swing, too old to be swinging and to be wearing no clothes at all, blowing a toy trumpet at the sky. âSimicâs compact poems carry concealed weapons amid unnerving juxtapositions . . . Simicâs edgy, brooding poems are like saxophone solos played under a bridge in the deep, dark hours of the spinning worldâs bruising insomnia.â âBooklist âIn retrospect, the man whoâs referred to himself as a âcheerful pessimistâ succeeds again in demonstrating his ability to condense meaning without obscuring it, to empower his poems with paradox, and to mesh seamlessly the real and imagined. And though many of the poems in Master of Disguises continue a style trend, they are also verbal tightropes off which a reader rarely falls, tightropes that demandâand deserveâa readerâs complete attention.â âRattle |
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