Living Room [Hardcover]

Richard Avedon (Adapter), Nick Waplington (Author), John Berger (Photographer)

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Publication Date: December 1991

Nick Waplington is a major new discovery in the world of photography. For his first book, this prize-winning young artist has produced a documentary "sitcom" celebrating the working-class family, offering lushly colored glimpses of "the communal spirit." 50 photographs.

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About the Author

Geoff Bouvier holds degrees from the University of Connecticut and from Bard College's Milton Avery Graduate School of the Arts. His chapbbok, Everybody Had a Hat, won the White Eagle Coffee Store Press Poetry Contest for 2000. He lives in San Diego, where he waits tables at Tapenade Restaurant, and publishes journalistic prose with The San Diego Reader.

--This text refers to an alternate Hardcover edition.

Product Details

• Hardcover: 1 pages
• Publisher: Aperture Book (December 1991)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0893814814
• ISBN-13: 978-0893814816
• Product Dimensions: 12.6 x 9.7 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.9 pounds
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,077,852 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars A Field of Sweaty February, September 24, 2006

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Kevin Killian (San Francisco, CA United States) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Living Room (Paperback)

The beloved writer and editor Judith Moore used to recommend Geoff Bouvier's writing as a perfect balance of the spare and the sensual. When I heard that he had published a book of poetry to follow on the heels of his award winning chapbook, EVERYBODY HAD A HAT, I thought, "About time," for that book came out some years ago. Some of the "HAT" material shows up again in LIVING ROOM, the new and ample collection from Copper Canyon Press, but it is supplemented by so many new poems that what remains is only an impression which, in its new context, becomes merely one of a number of opening doors. Heather McHugh has contributed an introduction which got me a little bogged down, and eventually I abandoned it, not because she's an inadequate critic, nor because she is unenthusiastic about Bouvier's writing; no, it is merely that she has her own slant on things and I wanted my experience to Bouvier's writing to be free, at least, of that tendency.

So then why now am I giving my reactions? Well, for one thing, I'm afraid that books like Geoff Bouvier's fly under the radar and not enough people know of this unique work. He lives in San Diego, and he works outside the academy, so for many readers, he just doesn't exist. In "Not Pathetic Ebough Weather We're Having," he steps back from the scene described almost as a technician. "Read the trees' confusion," it begins, in what I take as an imperative, a voice ordering us to read. (But it might also be a slangy use of the past tense, the initial word 'I' omitted as in naturalistic speech, like "Went down to the store today.") His poems are so brief you could almost count the words, and such compression, like the great weight borne down on coal, that turns it to diamond, makes emphasis key. "A sun's frown's funny on warm orange pumpkins." What is with the article "A"? How many suns are there anyway--why not just say "The sun"? It's a suggestive method which Bouvier uses like a grandmaster, to divert us out of preconceived notions into a place where answers disguise themselves as executioners.

When the real "I" makes a belated entry into the poem, naturally I assume it's the real Geoff Bouvier. However the rules of modernism intervene, pulling at my sleeve, asking me to consider that, perhaps, just perhaps, this "I" is an authorial invention. "But I won't feel for it until winter worries away snow." The poem ends somewhere else, on a "field of sweaty February," far away from its vision of pumpkins hot, hot, hot. Just so are we transported, as readers, away from the page itself and into another space mental or physical. Now I'm getting more Heather McHugh than I wanted, but you get the general idea.

5.0 out of 5 stars A great book of poetry., December 7, 2007

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This review is from: Living Room (Hardcover)

Very clever and wonderful poems. I had this writer for a workshop and he's brilliant in person.

I strongly recommend this book of poems for anyone that enjoys the clever phrase or image.

5.0 out of 5 stars poems playing with ambivalence, August 29, 2005

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This review is from: Living Room (Paperback)

Bouvier finds an ebullience and often amusement in ambivalence. No Hamlet is he, riddled with doubts. He gets above the ambivalences by a bright, sometimes almost mocking style. This obviously does not get to any answers, or even any ways out of the ambivalences. But it surely presents an unfamiliar, entertaining view on this common state. Bouvier can write, "If we touched hands, it was too much. We touched hands. It was not enough...We lost ourselves, we found a house. We found a house, we lost the house." ("The House In Order") He ends "Somebody Stop LaSalle, "To the left and right fantasies. Come amok with me." The insouciant style yields fetching, occasionally intriguing wordplay.