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At the Site of Inside Out
University of Massachusetts Press,
1997
$10.95 paper, ISBN 1-55849-093-0
$20.00 cloth, ISBN 1-55849-092-2
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Mass Press Winner
of the Juniper Prize
Like Penelope at the door
of the millennium, and against all historical odds, Anna Rabinowitz
confounds both traditional ideas of closure and postmodern glorification
of release, in favor of the pilgrimage that all great writing undertakes.…an
astonishing book…poem after poem testifies to the inevitable physical
relationship between language and life. Denver
Quarterly
…a dazzling, confident debut.
Harvard Review
…formal invention, linguistic
brilliance… blissful marriages of form and content.
Chicago Tribune
…teem[s] with the specificity
of daily life against a more blurry background of human longing
and emotion. Publishers
Weekly
…language at a height and
experience at a depth that the whole art suddenly appears as a plinth
on the plain of American letters. Molly
Peacock
AT THE SITE OF INSIDE OUT
splendidly enriches the site of American poetry. Ann
Lauterbach
In her first
collection, Rabinowitz proves herself an intelligent witness to
grief, both her own and this centurys. She is drawn to forbidden
spaces in living experience, language, and visual art, and devises
novel means to enter them. For example, fascinated with the power
of art to make boundaries disappear, Sappho lauds the
achievement of Georgia OKeeffe making art with her body,
/ trapped in her body. In Anthem, the reader is
invited to praise . . . the remains, the residues. The
speaker's most haunting visits are to Eastern Europe, where instead
of finding an ancestral home, she experiences the historical past
as a collage of atrocities: mouths of broken teeth, children skittering
like mice. These Dislocations abandon punctuation to
emphasize visceral imagery. Rabinowitz is just as unflinching in
Anatomy Lab and Fragile Dialectics, where
the body itself becomes opened to the merciless, clarifying light
of her attention. Boston
Review
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