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by Evan S. Connell

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ISBN: 0099870908
ISBN13: 978-0099870906
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Author: Evan S. Connell
Language: English
Publisher: Viking Press; New Ed edition (1991)
Pages: 243 pages
ePUB size: 1500 kb
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Rating: 4.8
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Superb poetry, I am very surprised that Connell's two book of poetry are not better known, a precursor to post-modernism, deserved to be set beside the works of Wallace Stevens. People should be writing Phd. dissertations on this.
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I don't want to sully the experience with my half-baked enthusiasm and love of this work. It is a masterpiece. A little known work read by few, published almost anonymously, but enjoying a long life and ardent supporters once it is found and read. It shames and hurts me to think that a book like this could be disregarded while a piece like Franzen's The Corrections can be called a masterpiece and read by hundreds of millions (if the number of books in print is any indication). Franzen is literature's gaudy tart, accentuating his appeal with base amplification of his limited virtue by measure of truth and beauty. Connell, to conclude the female analogy, is the most beautiful woman you will ever lay eyes on between pages. If you finish this book, you will not like it; you will not have enjoyed it; you will love it forever, returning again and again to grab pages here and there, the book having this profound vivification that allows re-reading, similar to the great poets and the great spiritual literature of our species.
I can do no better than to quote what Annie Dillard, in Harper's magazine, wrote about this book:

"It takes the form of a spiritual journey 'towards penance and redemption,' a journey through all the fabulous and fiery cruelties of history that purge the spirit's basest dross and purify it to gold. On the page it is a dazzling series of disparate chunks. These are the 'notes from the bottle' written in increasingly apocalyptic haste by the poem's speaker, or 'note-taker...'

"The tone is merciless and meticulous; the alien landscapes are spare. ...

"I cannot begin to suggest the intricate tensions of the poem's complexity. After you read it once, you can get lost on any page."

After an equally glowing review of Connell's Points for a Compass, she writes:

"These poems are masterpieces. You could bend a lifetime of energy to their study, and have lived well. The fabric of their meaning is seamless, inexhaustible. ... their language is steely and bladelike; from both of its surfaces flickering lights gleam. Each page sheds insight on every other page; understanding snaps back and forth, tacking like a sloop up the long fjord of mystery."
This is one of those rare books I come back to again and again, every couple of years, to remind myself how harrowing, haunted and alive human history is. That seems to be one of the defining qualities of Connell's amazing work, in his fiction, essays AND poetry: the ability to illuminate, even bring to life, those dark corners of the remote past that would otherwise remain as obscure as undiscovered pottery shards.

Unlike the other reviewers here, I've never been able to locate the thread of a plot in the book. The style is fragmented, wonderfully epigramatic, and is in a dozen or so different voices, some of them plain-spoken, some learned, some holy, many pushing the limits of sanity. The "notes" in the bottle don't come from one source, but seem to be drawn from countless forgotten sources. Codexes, conquest narratives, treatices on alchemy and the occult, the private thoughts of the long forgotten.

I have no idea how much is invention and how much the fruit of research, but it doesn't matter. The effect of his style is like being lowered into a cavern of glittering artifacts; although rather than precious metal, these shards are made up of emotional and intellectual gold.

One of my favorite, repeated (chanted?) phrases in the book has become a kind of motto for me -- almost impossible to live up to, but great to attempt: "Pass by that which you do not love."

When I work up the nerve, I'll get it tattooed on my arm. In the meantime, it's tattooed on my mind ... as is the rest of this amazing work.