Monday: Slate staffers pick their favorite books of 2013.
Tuesday: The overlooked books of 2013.
Wednesday: The best lines of 2013, and the best poetry of 2013.
Thursday: Dan Kois’ 15 favorite books.
Friday: The Slate Book Review Top 10.
At least once a decade, the conversation about poetry gets bloody enough to inspire rubbernecking. This year, for example, publications as august as Harper’s have gone viral with get-off-my-lawn rants against a contemporary poetry their authors seem hardly to have read. And last year, major critics once again managed to cause substantial offense bemoaning standards that risk serving readers too unlike themselves—sometimes in the name of a progressive agenda, sometimes in outrage at the application of a progressive agenda to something as important as poetry (and sometimes talking about the same book). It’s hard to resist, but it’s also a stretch, this sense that if we can keep other people from loving what they love, we can get back to—or on to—something worthy of us, at last.
And so here’s to the obvious: This list is not a meaningful statement about the books it excludes. These are, simply, the books that most plausibly enact, for me, a meaningful engagement with a world I wish were better but still imagine as “the right place for love.” They’re part of how I’ve proved it to myself. This year, these are the books I’ve loved the most.
El Dorado, by Peter Campion
Campion thinks openly and gracefully in his poetry, reckoning with the uniquely privileged state of being privileged in America right now, as well as the ethical and intellectual burden it requires of anyone who chooses to live fully aware. El Dorado wears its real and compassionate intelligence with all the alert articulation of our skin—the same skin through which Campion summons hints of “one molten soul inside/ the finite ways skin rides the bone and bone/ pulls skin across it.”
Song & Error, by Averill Curdy
Tongue-twister dense, written in a language that feels heavy with its own history—which is to say, our history—Curdy’s poems amaze because they move so well. It’s kind of like watching a 300-plus-pound lineman chasing down a running back from behind, except the destruction here is already done, already encoded in the materials we have to use to make sense of our place in the world.
An Ethic, by Christina Davis
There’s an almost ascetic vulnerability to these poems—an interest in making statements stand in near-isolation—that charges everything Davis writes with an intense humility. Her ambition is unmistakable, but it’s ambition for a kind of truth that verges on silence.
Unpeopled Eden, by Rigoberto Gonzalez
Gonzalez strips his language down so far that it starts to sound like a collective voice—the voice, quite often, of a place emptied of emigrants killed or departed. But even as he arrives at that communal authority, a shifting and inimitable imagination insists on the singularity of what he says: “When it rains the women never say/ it’s coming down, they point to the ground/ and say it came.”
Axis Mundi, by Karen Holmberg
Holmberg writes untimely poems with an acute feel for the way time weighs on the shape of the world. Armed with a biologist’s lexicon, she feels a little like the amateur scientists of an earlier century—people implicitly authorized to explore everything around them. Axis Mundi registers the freshness of that encounter in a style that delights in making connections: “the predawn/ meteor shower, a veil of debris/ we pass through every year,/ our atmosphere’s abrasive sac/ igniting a star’s/ death matter.”
Darktown Follies, by Amaud Jamaul Johnson
Much of Darktown Follies poses as a kind of mock minstrel show, one that records the ways in which blackness and black Americans have been exploited for the sake of entertainment. What makes that especially compelling here is the fact that Johnson so fully (and successfully) devotes himself to writing poems that are themselves immensely entertaining, even when they’re thoroughly upsetting, too.
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