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Reviews of What Narcissism Means to Me
“Tony Hoagland’s disarming poetry collection What Narcissism Means to Me has the
appeal of a mean-but-funny friend, a smart aleck you can’t dismiss, he’s so
entertaining and (most of the time) so spot on in his insights. Hoagland’s
central subject is the self, specifically, a prickly, grandiose American
masculine poetic self, or to be more specific still, what the author ruefully
labels in one poem ‘a government called Tony Hoagland.’” —The New York Times Book Review “Without compromising dignity or quality, Hoagland writes in a way
that touches readers, engages academics, and excites other poets.” —The Nation “Tony Hoagland has a smart and sassy way of thinking about America
in his work. He is one of the few poets self-consciously trying to come
to terms with—to find a way to think about—the apparent omnipotence and
inescapability of the mass culture that surrounds us like a sea. We are
endlessly swimming through its waters. His third book, with is comic,
self-mocking and very American title, What Narcissism Means to Me, heads off into uncharted territory. It is his best collection yet.” —Edward Hirsch, The Washington Post Book World
"Tony Hoagland turns heartache into poetry so beautiful it makes you
crave melancholy….Impossibly, beautifully, and with uncommon grace,
work like this does something amazing: it entitles us to be
alone." —Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Tony Hoagland’s high zaniness always makes us laugh, but his real substance issues from the personal, aesthetic, and moral risks he invokes in poem after poem, and from his ability to represent the truth, not just as the singular vision, but as a multivocal pastiche. He has been brilliant from the beginning, but What Narcissism Means to Me issues from a more profound engagement—with America and with the self. It shows us our age and how great poetry is still possible.” —Rodney Jones “Hoagland’s unerring poems—scathing, rueful, tender, always disarming—move like arrows through a target—the poet and the rest of us in the target zone. And it’s exhilarating to be caught out in such a brilliant shower of metaphors, ‘So, while you are paying what is owed,’ as he says in praise of Chinese restaurants, of the orange slices that come with the check, ‘the sweet juice fills your mouth for free. / And the fortune cookie too / which offers you the pleasure of Breakage / and then the other pleasure of Discovery.’” —Eleanor Wilner “Tony Hoagland has written a book of poems from deep
inside the American empire—hilarious, searing poems that break your heart so
fast you hardly notice you’re standing knee deep in a pool of implications.
They are of this moment, right now—the present that we’re already homesick for.”
—Marie Howe
Read an essay by Tony Hoagland at: Poetry Daily
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