
Anne Carson and Mary Ruefle’s work thrills not just for the pleasure and surprise of their
language, but for how they allow us in on something otherwise so secret,
so private, the very leaps and dances and stumbles of their own actual
thrumming minds.
There are few writers I love more than Carson and Ruefle. I wrote about their new books for the LA Review of Books. Give it a read.
Published on December 05, 2016 14:30