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    <body><![CDATA[Louise Gluck, Averno Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2006)<br/><br/>I've never been entirely sure what to think of the work of Louise Gluck; Averno, however, has certainly tipped the balance into the “dislike” bucket. When she is good, she is very, very good; when she is bad, however, you get stuff like this:<br/><br/>“'You girls,' my mother said, 'should marry<br/>someone like your father.'<br/><br/>That was one remark. Another was,<br/>'There is no one like your father.'”<br/>(“Prism”)<br/><br/>As pithy as the wisdom may be, the poetry is entirely absent. I'd expect this sort of thing in a run-of-the-mill memoir, not in a volume from a Pulitzer Prize-winner. On the other hand, as I said, when she's good, etc. Given a strong image and a slight difference in the way she works with repetition, she can craft some really great stuff:<br/><br/>“You get on a train, you disappear.<br/>You write your name on the window, you disappear.<br/><br/>There are places like this everywhere,<br/>places you enter as a young girl,<br/>from which you never return.”<br/>(“Averno”)<br/><br/>I've added and subtracted a star from my rating of this book at least twenty times as I've mulled over how to review it, usually depending on which poem I happen to be contemplating at the time. While it's obviously a must for Gluck fans, those who are knew to her work should probably start somewhere else (the Pulitzer-winning The Wild Iris or her best [IMO] book, The House on Marshland). ***<br/><br/>]]></body>
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