Аннотация
D. Nurkse's deeply satisfying new collection is a haunted love letter to the far corners of his hometown, Brooklyn, New York, and a meditation on the selves that were left behind in those indelible places. Here Nurkse brings alive the particular details that shape a life, in this case unique to the world of Brooklyna job at the Arnold Grill, ';topping off drafts with a paddle' for the truckers who came in; the deaf white alley cat that mysteriously survived the winter on a stoop in Bensonhurst; the narrow bed where young love took place; the wild gardens behind the tenements. His exploration of this almost mythic city past is combined with a sense of the future speeding toward usthe ongoing riddle of time and being in a larger universe. . . . And she who was driving said, We know the coming disaster intimately but the present is unknowable. Which disaster, I wondered, sexual or geological? But I was shy: her beauty was like a language she didn't speak and had never heard. From ';The Present'
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