"The poems of Landau's stunning second collection are dark, urgent, sexy, deeply sad, and, above all, powerful....Landau's abandon is thrilling in the way danger always is...."
(Publisher's Weekly - Starred Review)
"Landau is adept at capturing desire with unique details: "There's a little hole in my boot./ Could you put your finger in it?" Caesuras break the speed of her lines, and she reveals a painterly control of white space....An assured dramatic voice that mourns time passing and love lost." (Library Journal)
"She is both confessional and direct, like Sylvia Plath and Allen Ginsberg. Her taut, elegant, highly controlled constructions meditate upon yearning and selfhood... Landau reminds us of the nuanced beauty of language as, through their directness, her tight, graceful poems make readers feel as if they spoke only to them."--Booklist
"Deborah Landau has put urgency into the often low-key advent of a second book -- these beautiful harrowing poems are new-minted and young, but also age-old, broken and wise. She has found the perfect tone for her 'city of interiors'." (The Huffington Post)
"The Last Usable Hour might be one of our truest examples of serial poetry. Each of the book's four sequences, and each of the poems that comprise them, stand as individual pieces and as chapters in a developing narrative."--The Rumpus
About the Author
Deborah Landau is the author of three collections of poetry. Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, The New Yorker, Tin House, and The New York Times. She directs the Creative Writing Program at New York University and lives in Brooklyn