This book is the winner of the 2006 Forward Prize. In Scots, the verb 'swither' has two to be doubtful, to waver, to be in two minds; and to appear in shifting forms - indeterminate and volatile. From disarmingly direct poems about the end of childhood to erotically charged lyrics about the ends of desire, Robertson's powerful third collection is stalked and haunted by both senses. Hard-edged, pitch-perfect, effortlessly various, "Swithering" is a book of brave and black romance, locating its voice in that space where great change is an ever-present possibility. "Swithering" has just won the Forward Prize for Best Collection and is also shortlisted for this year's T.S. Eliot Prize.
There is more than one author with this name in the Goodreads catalog. This entry is for Robin ^3 Robertson.
Robin Robertson is from the north-east coast of Scotland. His four collections of poetry have received the E.M. Forster Award and various Forward Prizes.
Always ambitious, Robertson here does his own take on Ovid's idea of changes. A book that rewards return visits, which I have made often. Here's a thing I wrote back in the day:
I found Swithering on the street - its fragile pages promising much. It was wonderful. I left it in a little free library hoping that its sparrow-song might bring someone new some joy.
In his day job Robin Robertson edits fiction (including that of such luminaries as J.M. Coetzee, Anne Enright, James Kelman, Adam Thorpe, A.L. Kennedy and John Banville, to whom he here dedicates a wonderful poem that takes its inspiration from Diane Arbus) and it shows in the genuine narrative thrust of the longer pieces. Swithering is a book worth reading for the two Actaeon poems alone, though there's much more to savour, including some incredibly tender meditations on fatherhood, one set on Rossnowlagh beach in Co Donegal, not a million miles from where I myself live. Finishing this I promptly ordered Robertson's next collection, The Wrecking Light.
"I really like these poems. They are mostly about country life in Ireland, Scotland, a world that I don't know at all, and yet the poems are so atmospheric and strong that I feel as if I am actually missing these places, rather than just imagining them or wondering what they are like. The vocabulary (ex. the poem Sea-Fret) can be challenging. He names birds and movements of the sea that I just don't know about. I really liked "Actaeon: The Early Years." Some of the later poems like "Bow" and "Rainmaker" describe sex in a very lyrical way. I hope that makes some people read this book. It is really worthwhile."
Swithering is a Scots word with two related meanings: to be doubtful or in two minds and to appear in shifting forms. Robin Robertson's collection reflects both these meanings throughout. His poems are subtle evocations of human uncertainty and ambiguous nature. By turns epic, deeply sensual and mythic in scope, Swithering is a strongly felt and beautifully crafted collection.
3.5 stars. it was pretty solid overall, with some highlights but there were quite a few poems i didnt connect with and felt like they were udnerdeveloped and overly pretentious. personal highlights include: the death of actaeon, heel of bread, the lake at dusk, lizard, manifest and answers.