Fiction [Hardcover]

Conor O'Callaghan (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: December 30, 2005

Fiction, Conor O'Callaghan's newest volume of poems, uses the metanarrative of writing as its overarching theme. This is a brilliant volume by a poet who is not only among the best of his generation, but increasingly among the best living.

--This text refers to the Paperback edition.

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Review

The Irish poet Conor O'Callaghan ought to have more of a reputation here: few American poets his age (he is thirty-eight) bring to the cozy matter of domesticity so much vigor and readiness. ...The house-of-mirrors deceits and self-deceits of estranged lovers here receive full, impressive representation. ... --Poetry --This text refers to the Paperback edition.

Product Details

• Hardcover: 75 pages
• Publisher: Wake Forest Univ Pr; Sgd Ltd edition (December 30, 2005)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1930630247
• ISBN-13: 978-1930630246
• Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 6 x 0.5 inches
• Shipping Weight: 8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #8,541,572 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars An outstanding collection of Conor O'Callaghan's most vivid and conceptual poetry, March 14, 2006

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This review is from: Fiction (Paperback)

Very highly recommended to all poetry lovers, Fiction is an outstanding collection of Conor O'Callaghan's most vivid and conceptual poetry. As a long-time poet, and perpetual student of the universe around him, O'Callaghan's poetry buries itself deep into the skin of the reader, creating an upheaval of enlightening, life enriching and thought- provoking realizations only found in such judicious body of work. Fiction: None of this is true./We're still all/we crack ourselves/out to be.//I haven't laid/our he rafters/in a plot/with my loose ends.//You're not miles away./The slow numbers/were never/swayed alone to.//I don't blame you,/smiling in the mirror/at a face/you've just made up.