I’m a recreational book review reader. That is, although I favour reviews of books I’m likely to want to read, I’m often reading a review for itself - for the pleasure of listening to someone talk about books. An occupation intimately related to Greenstein’s jigsawing of minds and landscapes. When I got to the end of this review I went back over it looking for the found poem that’s obviously lurking in it. A sometimes linguistically witty poem with depth, something to do with shutting a book, clarity and obfuscation, a serious waiting game, a parenthetical pause of clauses, foregone conclusions, things framed in devotional light.
After reading it, I came to understand how to appreciate life being chiseled away bit by bit like marble, and how intricate patterns of light and shadow emerge through the cracks in the text.
Thank you for bringing M. G. into such sharp Cubist focus in the clear Mediterrean light!
I’m a recreational book review reader. That is, although I favour reviews of books I’m likely to want to read, I’m often reading a review for itself - for the pleasure of listening to someone talk about books. An occupation intimately related to Greenstein’s jigsawing of minds and landscapes. When I got to the end of this review I went back over it looking for the found poem that’s obviously lurking in it. A sometimes linguistically witty poem with depth, something to do with shutting a book, clarity and obfuscation, a serious waiting game, a parenthetical pause of clauses, foregone conclusions, things framed in devotional light.
Your comment is as fascinating as Michael's review, Sheila.
After reading it, I came to understand how to appreciate life being chiseled away bit by bit like marble, and how intricate patterns of light and shadow emerge through the cracks in the text.
Thank you, Sheila, for being such a discerning reader and writer.