Red Trousseau
is the latest work from one of America’s greatest modern poets. The
Los Angeles Times
wrote that Carol Muske has discovered a way to work magic within the boundaries of technical achievement … Her contemplation of experience is personal yet moves further, into the spiritual and philosophical; then it be longs not only to the poet but to all of us.
The poems in
use Los Angeles as a symbol for the seduction of appearances; reality crosses from the Wallace Stevens notion of the sun in "Red Trousseau," “hovering in its guise of impatient tribunal,” to the sun in "Unsent letter.” in which a director reshoots a tarnished sunset so that "the scene, infinite, rebegins” In Muskes poems primary colors dominate, most notably red—the red of Salem burnings, the self-immolation of a political dissident in Prague, and Eros it self, moving like a red shadow over the body of love Stylistically brilliant and emotionally resonant, the poems in
display the work of a master poet at the peak of her craft.
"With
, Carol Muske achieves the insight, emotional accuracy, and terrifying sureness of moral discernment she has always sought. She surveys human relations with an acid clairvoyance through which the reckless currents of personal and cultural history course, ripping away all but the essential tones of the human conversation with its humanity: terror, sometimes courage, excessive need, and the stubborn twin habits of hope and representation. This is urgent and beautifully confident work.’—Jorie Graham