NY Review
This review is almost a book in itself. It secures Mark Ford's reputation - and at the same time, the Review's reputation as the premier arbitrator of English Literature - American and British.
I quote one stanza:
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.
I bought the Kindle version for $15.
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