Cahiers de Corey

Monday, August 04, 2003

I'm back. It all happened as I predicted. My family's a lot of fun, actually, once you get over all the noise and crosstalk. We ate: Chicago hot dogs and Italian beef sandwiches on Thursday; whitefish, lox, and the best bagels on earth with cream cheese for Friday brunch (here's how you make the best bagels on earth: butter them, then broil them, THEN put on cream cheese, onions, tomato, cucumbers, and the aforementioned lox and/or whitefish, yum); fried chicken and potato salad while listening to Bernstein's "Kaddish" and Beethoven's Emperor Concerto at an outdoor concert hall in the rain Friday night; lunch with just Emily and me at the Art Institute Saturday (she had a lamb salad, I had a chicken penne pasta plate); dinner at an amazingly good Greek place in the suburbs called Yanni's (best grilled shrimp ever, plus lamb kebabs and about four different things you can eat with pita bread consisting primarily of garlic).

Then there was yesterday: up early to deliver my sister to Midway, then racing back west and south to O'Hare, where we made our flight (I had one of those Starbucks panini sandwiches for lunch; they're actually delicious with roast turkey and pesto and dried cranberries) and then sat on the runway for two hours while thunderstorms romped across the Midwest. Missed our connection, of course, so the weekend ended with an ignominous dinner at the T.G.I. Friday's in the Pittsburgh airport and then a 10 o' clock flight which got us home to the dog by 11:30. Whew.

It might interest Jim and others to know that the cousin of one of my oldest college friends happens to draw and write the new Silver Surfer. So if you want to try and influence the plot of the new series you'll have to talk to me.

Good to be back. If only I could stop thinking about food.

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“Joshua Corey has reinvented the good old-fashioned American avant-garde epic poem (Whitman, Stein, Crane, O’Hara) and thrust it, kicking if not screaming, into the early 21st century, ‘rescued / by what survives the will to survive.’ The result is thrilling, and unlike any poetry I know.”

—John Ashbery

"Joshua Corey’s The Barons is a sprawling collection of poems intent on toeing the line between the profound and the glib, brainy deconstruction and guttural implosion. These poems are like toys cranked up to the point of breaking or like hurricanes whipped into speed and spinning furiously in place."

—Joe Hall, Colorado Review

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Beautiful Soul: An American Elegy is a darkly glamorous existential noir in the late modernist tradition of José Saramago, W.G. Sebald, Italo Calvino, and Roberto Bolaño. Written in gorgeous and elliptical prose, this electric first novel is a love story, a ghost story, and a psychological thriller about the enigma of American innocence, the fatality of storytelling, and the precarious destiny of reading itself.

"Corey’s prose registers the sensations, perceptions, and experiences of the novel’s characters — primarily the protagonist — in truly the only way such characters actually come to life: they live in language, and to that end the writing in Beautiful Soul, in its scrupulous attention to phrase and image in almost every sentence, could be called an attempt to bring the characters and their milieu to life through the vigor of the words on the page."

--Daniel Green, Full Stop

"We hold a letter, its creases worn nearly through from years of opening and folding shut again. Yet each reading is a revelation, a shock, a mystery, a challenge. Corey gives this a new jolt, a new charge, in this rich and intensely self-reflective novel."

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"Joshua Corey's book of sonnets is formally playful and emotionally raw, with an intensity of expression that is at times harrowing. . . . [A]n extraordinary volume." —Paul Hoover

"These songs shuttle between a past and a future, cast adrift or severed from a violent, ashen present into a necessary untimeliness. . . . What then of the sonnet, repository of desire and enemy of time? It is, as ever, that form by which we re-imagine subjectivity to confront altered circumstances, and to assess 'the shipwreck of the singular' in the maelstrom of the many. . . ." —Michael Palmer

"In Severance Songs, Joshua Corey tends to the always-mysterious border that connects the interior and the exterior. Is one inside the tale if one alludes to it? Is the eye tethered as witness to what it sees? And who can avoid singing these 'culpability cantos'? Yet if the lush Eden of intimacy foresees our later expulsion, this poet shows us how to stand at the garden's threshold where 'reaching builds on reaching.' Corey risks the possible emptiness inherent in rupture to seek out the ways we are 'knotted to one another's possibilities.' The architecture of the poem, he reveals, is replete with doors and windows and it is for us to discover whether we are looking in or looking out." —Elizabeth Robinson

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Joshua's bookshelf: currently-reading

Swann's Way

by Marcel Proust

Slowly, slowly sinking into the astonishingly sensual memory-world of Proust. At forty, I think I'm finally old enough to appreciate it. Reading the Moncrief but I'd like to check out the Lydia Davis translation as well.

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