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BALTIMORE - Undeterred by controversy, a mysterious visitor paid his annual tribute at the grave of Edgar Allan Poe early Saturday, placing three red roses and a half-filled bottle of cognac before stealing away into the darkness.
Nearly 150 people had gathered outside the cemetery of Westminster Presbyterian Church, but the man known as the "Poe toaster" was, as usual, able to avoid being spotted by the crowd, said Jeff Jerome, curator of the Poe House and Museum.


You don't see many poetry memes on the web, and you might not see one here but we'll give it a try anyhow. Who's next? Call 703 637 9276 and recite your favorite short poem and we might use it on the site and/or send you a present too.Previous Entries:
Trish: Wendell Berry's The Peace of Wild Things, (text)
Rebecca: William Butler Yeats' Adam's Curse, (text)
Jeff: Ted Hughes' Full Moon and Little Frieda, (text)
Andrew: Stanley Kunitz' The Portrait, (text)
Claire: William Carlos Williams' This Is Just To Say, (text)
Tom: Tony Harrison's The Timer, (text)
Andrew: Don Marquis' Archie Confesses
Patrick: Donald Justice's On The Death of Friends
Rachel: Seamus Heaney's Personal Helicon, (text)
Zadie: Frank O'Hara's Animals, (text)
Laura: Gerard Manley Hopkins' Spring and Fall, (text)
Jeff: Connie Bensley's The Shopper
Rosecrans: Frank O'Hara's Steps, (text)
Yun Joo: Thomas Hardy's Neutral Tones, (text)
David: Paul Muldoon's Holy Thursday, (text)
Lisa: Jeffrey McDaniels' The Quiet World
Jamie: Bukowski's The Strongest of the Strange, (text)
Tim: Thomas Lynch's A Death
JC: Wallace Stevens' The Snowman, (text)
1. The perfect blurb, for the uninitiated, is a quote on the cover of a book, which reads, "A glittering achievement. This is the book I wish I'd written." And is signed by JK Rowling, Nick Hornby, or Jody Picoult.
2. Many blurbs are a bit hedge-y, as in, "It doesn't get any better than this," (ie, this writer isn't very good, and never will be) or "an amazing success," (ie, how on earth did this book get a six-figure advance?) My personal favourite, "X is a writer to watch," is one I unwittingly provided after the following conversation with the writer's PR.
Me: It's well-written, but I have reservations.
PR: But it is well-written.
Me: Oh yes.
PR: So you'd be interested in what he writes next?
Me: Certainly.
PR: You might say, "X is a writer to watch?"
Me: Why not?
Of course I could have said, "please don't use that", but the book was well-written, and once published, it's madly difficult to get noticed, so why not help if you can?
3. Not all blurbs help. I was once halfway to the till with a novel when I noticed a blurb by a writer I really dislike. Purchase aborted.
4. It's true that people do supply blurb for friends, but I don't know anyone who would write something glittering he/she didn't believe, even for a close relative. And most of us wouldn't dare ask our friends unless we were pretty sure the praise was genuine.
5. It is genuinely, teeth-grindingly difficult to blurb someone you think is about to outsell you five to one.
I could hardly wait to get this book home and start reading it. Lionel Shriver's last novel We Need To Talk About Kevin was brutal and disturbing but I couldn't put it down. This book offers two parallel versions of the same story told in alternating chapters, a device I found confusing at first. Irena is an illustrator of children's books who is in a contented long-term relationship with Lawrence, an expert in the field of international terrorism. One night Irena is tempted to kiss another man, Ramsay, a famous professional snooker player. To kiss or not to kiss? Irena is actually choosing to either continue her bland life with Lawrence or to follow her libido and an unpredictable life with the flamboyant Ramsay. Frankly, I wouldn't want to end up with either of these guys. Lawrence is prudish, boring and condescending. Ramsay seems to be interested only in snooker and sex. Granted, the sex is great but, after a while, will it be enough to sustain a relationship? In this novel Shriver asks the question, "What if?" and answers it in stories that are mirror images of one another. Ultimately what we learn is that we have choices and they are neither right nor wrong, just different scenarios. The book seems a bit long (probably because it's two books in one) and I found myself wanting to push the plot along, especially when there was lot of boring snooker talk but I'm glad I stuck with it. It's a book that would provide a book group with plenty of fodder.
"What better way to start the year than with an argument? The Times has decided to present you with a ranking of whom they consider the best postwar British writers"

"Hélène Berr was written by a 21-year-old who witnessed, and suffered from, Nazi persecution, and who wrote down her experiences so that her fiance, who had escaped to England, would know what happened to her. A literate, educated young woman, she recorded her day-to-day life for over two years, at first 'barely aware of her Jewish identity,' and then more and more a witness to cruelty. The inevitable sad denoument occurs. Berr died in the Belsen concentration camp a few days before its liberation."

