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The world of Jesse Stuart: Selected poems
The world of Jesse Selected poems
309 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1975
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Jesse Stuart
184 books59 followersJesse Hilton Stuart was an American writer known for writing short stories, poetry, and novels about Southern Appalachia. Born and raised in Greenup County, Kentucky, Stuart relied heavily on the rural locale of Northeastern Kentucky for his writings. Stuart was named the Poet Laureate of Kentucky in 1954. He died at Jo-Lin nursing home in Ironton, Ohio, which is near his boyhood home.
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December 24, 2011
Rating: 2* of five
Stuart is one of the mid-century's critical darlings whose fame didn't live on. I read his poetry without pleasure in school, during a class on twentieth-century poets. I don't really like formal poetry, and find sonnets particularly arch and annoying; these sonnets about Stuart's land and the seasons and such-like maunderings of personal observation are just barely tolerable to me now, as I skate towards the imaginary border of middle/old age. (Actuarilly, I sailed over that 'un a while back, but I am firmly rooted in denial, and don't wish to be acquainted with the facts.)
So why read this again? There's a garage sale in our near future, and quite a number of older books are destined for tables on the front lawn and I want to know if any of them are worth clawing back.
This one, absent fond memories and void of reading rapture, is headed for the grass, and good riddance. The unsolds will go to the liberry's sale-or-shelve piles.
Recommended for sentimental old conservationists and unreconstructed Appalachians. Most of y'all can live nicely for the next half-century in complete unawareness of Stuart and his writings.
Stuart is one of the mid-century's critical darlings whose fame didn't live on. I read his poetry without pleasure in school, during a class on twentieth-century poets. I don't really like formal poetry, and find sonnets particularly arch and annoying; these sonnets about Stuart's land and the seasons and such-like maunderings of personal observation are just barely tolerable to me now, as I skate towards the imaginary border of middle/old age. (Actuarilly, I sailed over that 'un a while back, but I am firmly rooted in denial, and don't wish to be acquainted with the facts.)
So why read this again? There's a garage sale in our near future, and quite a number of older books are destined for tables on the front lawn and I want to know if any of them are worth clawing back.
This one, absent fond memories and void of reading rapture, is headed for the grass, and good riddance. The unsolds will go to the liberry's sale-or-shelve piles.
Recommended for sentimental old conservationists and unreconstructed Appalachians. Most of y'all can live nicely for the next half-century in complete unawareness of Stuart and his writings.
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