I’d like to step aside today and direct you to a beautiful review that is, like all of this poet’s writings, perceptive, instructive, and wise. It contains passages like these, which are all the more powerful in context:
... A profound vision of the inner life ... Some of the most resonant accounts of dreams in recent literature ... Some of the funniest, most acerbic rants about American society and values in recent literature ... essentially a meditation on loneliness, it is profoundly American ... compellingly human: we never doubt that narrator is telling us the truth. In a society awash every day in public lies, it’s refreshing to realize that honest expression is still possible ...
I’m pleased to say that these words, written by Joseph Hutchison, are about my recently published novel, A Listening Thing. His review is proof of something I’ve been saying right along: What a reader brings, gives a book wings. And it proves something else, I think: that a friend can write about his friend’s novel, and remain true to his calling, and to himself. That is no small thing.
Thank you, Joe.