From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. The 20th volume in America's most popular annual poetry anthology series is perhaps the most esoteric. McHugh, an unusual poet herself, who says she is Fond of the textures of a text, the matter of a letter, has tried to assemble what she feels is a cohesive anthology rather than simply a gathering of favorite poems from this past year's literary magazines. As ever, some familiar names—former editors and famous poets—appear: John Ashbery, Billy Collins (Who has time for sunlight falling on the city), Robert Creeley, Louise Glück, Robert Hass, Robert Pinsky, Galway Kinnell. But there are also a number of representatives, such as Rae Armantrout and Christian Bök (selves we woo/ we lose// losses we levee/ we owe), from off-center traditions. A few of the newbies tend toward the experimental, such as Ben Lerner and Danielle Pafunda: Do he & he have a big muscle in the arm from the aiming? All and all, this is a riskier than usual volume, though also full of familiar pleasures. Certainly it attests to poetry's continuing vitality.
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From Booklist
You certainly can't accuse McHugh, editor of this year's edition of this respected annual anthology, of taking things too seriously. In fact, the 2007 volume seems excessively keen on balancing poems with any degree of gravitas with a corresponding gang of poets dealing in parody and relentless wordplay. That isn't to say that some of the funny stuff isn't very funny indeedBilly Collins' gleeful "The News Today," a spectacularly foul-mouthed sendup of Catullus, is a case in pointor that so much contemporary poetry doesn't live in a hot-air balloon in need of regular puncturing. But the semantic antics here sometimes grow frenzied, empty, and tiresome, driving the reader to seek relief in quieter, more secure poems by old hands like Marvin Bell ("The Method") and Jane Hirshfield ("Critique of Pure Reason"). Maybe the strangest thing about this volume is how few poems it actually contains, what with a staggering 41 pages of contributors' bios and commentary. Nance, Kevin
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