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Product Identifiers
PublisherHarperCollins
ISBN-100156421828
ISBN-139780156421829
eBay Product ID (ePID)79427
Product Key Features
Book TitleHotel Insomnia : Poems
Number of Pages80 Pages
LanguageEnglish
Publication Year1992
TopicMedieval, Subjects & Themes / Nature, General, American / General
GenrePoetry
AuthorCharles. Simic
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Height0.3 in
Item Weight3.2 Oz
Item Length8.2 in
Item Width5.2 in
Additional Product Features
Intended AudienceTrade
LCCN91-044897
Reviews"Memory makes you hungry," writes Simic, whose poems are like folk tales told by a child with an impishly surrealistic streak. Memories of shadowy streets and rooms are haunted by an insomnia that suggests an enchanted dreamtime of watchfulness and revelation, where "everything is a magic ritual,/ a secret cinema." One of the most original poets writing today, Simic has a gift for startling juxtapositions: "Sleeplessness, you're like a pawnshop/Open late/ On a street of failing businesses." Homely images, in Simic's hands, take on an eerie combination of the marvelous and the absurd, "Father studied theology through the mail/ and this was exam time./Mother knitted. I sat quietly with a book/full of pictures. Night fell./ My hands grew cold touching the faces/ of dead kings and queens." There are few poets writing today whose sense of wonder is so palpable: "happiness, you are the bright red lining/of the dark winter coat/ grief wears inside out." Recommended for all collections. -Christine Stenstrom, Shea and Gould Law Lib., New York
Dewey Edition20
Dewey Decimal811.54
SynopsisIn this volume, Simic fills the wee hours of his poetry with angels and pigs, riddles and cemeteries. His is a rich, haunted world of East European memory and american present-a world of his own creation, one always full of luminous surprise. "Simic writes so simply that his words fall like drops of water, but they ripple outward to evoke an ominous and numinous world" (Washington Post Book World).