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Chargement... Hotel Malabar (Iowa Poetry Prize)par Brendan Galvin
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Beginning with a question spoken into a tape recorder by one of the characters from the veranda of the Hotel Malabar, Brendan Galvin leads us into his engaging tour de force, a poem/ mystery novel/spy thriller ranging between Cape Cod and Central America. Hotel Malabar reads as if Brendan Galvin merged the William Faulkner of As I Lay Dying and the Joseph Conrad of The Secret Agent with Elmore Leonard's dialogue and the imagery of Orson Welles' The Third Man. The result is a narrative poem that reads like a popular novel even as it displays the images and rhythms of a master poet. This is the only contemporary book-length narrative poem that draws on detective fiction to tell its story. The setting is a Cape Cod hotel during a mid-1970s summer, and the poem unfolds through the monologues of five distinctive characters: an elderly Yankee banana hand who spent years in Central America as a plantation manager, three federal agents sent to discover his wartime activities there, and an Indian curandero who is the old man's source of medicines. The story -- replete with tales within tales -- draws the reader into its mysteries through the revelations of these five speakers. As it moves relentlessly toward its conclusion, Hotel Malabar asks questions about human motivation, the nature of truth, and the consequences of secrecy and the willing fabrication of illusions, of a life lived in a wilderness of mirrors. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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The poem is written in a easily flowing blank verse that I found a bit flat. While the book is an easy read, nothing about it really grabbed me. After I had read about half of it yesterday, I had to go back to reread the whole thing today as I really didn't remember what I had read -- not a good sign of a gripping read. ( )