9:30 AM Posted by James Owens

A review of Philip Dacey's The Mystery of Max Schmitt at The Pedestal Magazine

Contemporary poetry is sometimes accused of not being about anything in particular, and, on a bad day, a reader might tend to agree. The literary journals can seem a bottomless source of inconclusive personal anecdote, shot through here and there with glimmers of private feeling that do not add up to much at all. Happily, on a good day, one can answer the accusers with such an accomplished and humane book as Philip Dacey’s The Mystery of Max Schmitt: Poems on the Life and Work of Thomas Eakins.


Sam of the ten thousand things said...

I enjoyed the review, James. I liked your approach to Dacey's poetry.

I'm a fan of Thomas Eakins' work.

Always good to read your work.