This is a collection of prose poems that when collected tell the tale of a young man and his cross country travels.
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Iredell s work skirts many boundaries and traditions: poetry, prose, and the European traditions of the bildungsroman and ennui. But it avoids each of these, if ever so slightly, and marches out on its own. The poems are not coming from a tradition because no tradition is the American tradition. The poems might recall traditions, but Iredell is not using these trappings to tell his story. Instead, he is telling his own singular story, creating his own specific tradition and genre as his story unfolds through this series of poems. A singular, American story. A singular, American poem. --Quarterly Conversation
Those expecting a novel, don't go into it with those eyes, go into it expecting an in-the-moment meditation on people and circumstances without context and you'll be much more satisfied. I'm against genres and classifications anyway, for the most part, and I think Iredell is too, except I don't want to speak for him, so I won't except to say, if you find yourself an opportunity to read this slim volume of goodness, I would do it. --Deck Fight
Jamie Iredell s Prose. Poems. a Novel. (2009) consists of the author s previous chapbooks Before I Moved to Nevada (Publishing Genius Press), When I Moved to Nevada (Greying Ghost Press), and When I Moved to Atlanta (Paper Hero Press) conveniently combined in a 108-page volume, recently published by Chicago-rooted Orange Alert Press. Arguably, other than the fact that Larry, the narrator, is growing out of football and heavily into drugs and alcohol, PPaN contains no stated, overarching plot and it doesn t need one, because the reader, as casual observer of the events therein, will be pleased with the engaging, place-based vignettes that make up the book as a whole. What s most impressive is the language the verbs and phrases Iredell skillfully utilizes such as sharks missile-cruise the forested kelp for seals (23), its post gonging our noggins (25), desiccated scoreboard flag wiggled atop an Impala that doughnutted the fifty-yard line (27), and many, many more instances of finely tuned prosetry. Also notable is the characterization, because the characters are vivid and believable, yet sparsely described. For example, When it fired, a tiny Hiroshima cauliflowered in the air and its target disintegrated. Bob laughed and said, I love killing sh*t (55). And it wouldn t be wise for him to dwell on any one character too long, because they often exit as quickly as they (re)enter. Occasionally Iredell will drift into telling when he could be showing, but this practice results in little consequence here. Christy Call s art adds to the overall presentation, but several pieces the black bear on 18, the buck on 40, and the .357 on 56 and 57 outshine the others. Still, personal preference aside, the visuals are a welcome element, even if some feel tacked onto page bottoms when they could ve been integrated in a different manner. While Iredell s latest is light on a traditional, tension-filled plot I love me a good plot it s an overwhelming success that I find completely engrossing. Highly recommended. --decomP
Those expecting a novel, don't go into it with those eyes, go into it expecting an in-the-moment meditation on people and circumstances without context and you'll be much more satisfied. I'm against genres and classifications anyway, for the most part, and I think Iredell is too, except I don't want to speak for him, so I won't except to say, if you find yourself an opportunity to read this slim volume of goodness, I would do it. --Deck Fight
Jamie Iredell s Prose. Poems. a Novel. (2009) consists of the author s previous chapbooks Before I Moved to Nevada (Publishing Genius Press), When I Moved to Nevada (Greying Ghost Press), and When I Moved to Atlanta (Paper Hero Press) conveniently combined in a 108-page volume, recently published by Chicago-rooted Orange Alert Press. Arguably, other than the fact that Larry, the narrator, is growing out of football and heavily into drugs and alcohol, PPaN contains no stated, overarching plot and it doesn t need one, because the reader, as casual observer of the events therein, will be pleased with the engaging, place-based vignettes that make up the book as a whole. What s most impressive is the language the verbs and phrases Iredell skillfully utilizes such as sharks missile-cruise the forested kelp for seals (23), its post gonging our noggins (25), desiccated scoreboard flag wiggled atop an Impala that doughnutted the fifty-yard line (27), and many, many more instances of finely tuned prosetry. Also notable is the characterization, because the characters are vivid and believable, yet sparsely described. For example, When it fired, a tiny Hiroshima cauliflowered in the air and its target disintegrated. Bob laughed and said, I love killing sh*t (55). And it wouldn t be wise for him to dwell on any one character too long, because they often exit as quickly as they (re)enter. Occasionally Iredell will drift into telling when he could be showing, but this practice results in little consequence here. Christy Call s art adds to the overall presentation, but several pieces the black bear on 18, the buck on 40, and the .357 on 56 and 57 outshine the others. Still, personal preference aside, the visuals are a welcome element, even if some feel tacked onto page bottoms when they could ve been integrated in a different manner. While Iredell s latest is light on a traditional, tension-filled plot I love me a good plot it s an overwhelming success that I find completely engrossing. Highly recommended. --decomP
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Jamie Iredell lives in Atlanta with his wife, where said wife roots rabidly for the Philadelphia Phillies, meantime Iredell himself weeps dejectedly while the Oakland Athletics mire themselves in the swill of failure.
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By R. M. Parker
Format:Paperback
More than anything, PROSE. POEMS. A NOVEL. is beautifully constructed. I found myself wondering as I read the book how someone could set out to build something so sound, so perfect. The narrative you will find between the covers will undoubtedly take a little work on your part, at least in the beginning, but once you are in the swing of things everything seems to just fall together. This book is not so much a "novel" as it is a "Jamie Iredell", as you will likely never read anything else quite like this.
I enjoyed the hell out of it.
I enjoyed the hell out of it.
Format:Paperback
Here is a book that transmutes the given world into a celebratory vision of the Self, of the novel, of poetry, and their several problematics, beautiful and strange. This extraordinary tale searches beyond the city of our dreams for a true civilization of the heart.
Format:Paperback
This book is really beautiful. Holding the actual thing is impressive. The design is impeccable, so the words really pop off the page -- and the words are beautiful too. Jamie Iredell has a way of getting at a story in a way that prioritizes the telling at the same time as he creates this stunning emotional tapestry of characters and plot.
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I loved this book. He writes a bit about my two favorite subjects; nature and dissolute city life.
My favorite line was: I've had a few kisses just as good, but none I don't think, that were better.
No hyperbole, no excess sentimentality, nothing flowery, so you know he's not posing. Another favorite line illustrates this as well; When the cop said, "You boys been drinking?" Bob and Chris both said no. But me, I was slow and said, "A little." Self deprecating humor always hits home with me.
Each page tells a different story and since he keeps them so short they're all straightforward and sleek. I just wish the book itself were a lot longer but I'm just a glutton for this kind of memoir.
I look forward to more from him.
My favorite line was: I've had a few kisses just as good, but none I don't think, that were better.
No hyperbole, no excess sentimentality, nothing flowery, so you know he's not posing. Another favorite line illustrates this as well; When the cop said, "You boys been drinking?" Bob and Chris both said no. But me, I was slow and said, "A little." Self deprecating humor always hits home with me.
Each page tells a different story and since he keeps them so short they're all straightforward and sleek. I just wish the book itself were a lot longer but I'm just a glutton for this kind of memoir.
I look forward to more from him.
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