The July issue of Bookslut also has my review of Ciaran Carson’s book of poems, For All We Know. Here’s a taste:
The final poem in the collection, “Zugzwang,” captures this perspective eloquently. Zugzwang means “compulsion to move”: it names the phenomenon, in a game, wherein one must move, although one would probably better off holding steady. (Zugzwang frequently arises in chess, a game alluded to in “The Shadow.” ) What better word to capture the ambivalence of surviving a relationship? Carson writes:
as the words of the song when remembered each time around
remind us of other occasions at different times;
as the geographer traces the long fetch of the waves
from where they are born at sea to where they founder to shore
so I return to the question of those staggered repeats
as my memories of you recede into the future.
These final six lines, gathering as they do many of the collection’s signature obsessions, delivers a powerful emotional charge. In particular, the last line’s ability to capture the erasure and maddening persistence of memory is breathtaking.
As I say in the review, this is one of the most interesting new books I’ve read in a while.