At the Poetry Foundation’s Harriet, Stephen Burt reviews Joyelle McSweeney’s Nylund, the Sarcographer .

Flights of campy-cum-lyrical post-Ashberyan prose….

The Daisy parts are actually sexy, the murder-mystery parts and the furniture-store bits are genuinely funny, the language dissolves into stream-of-consanguinity post-surrealism and then resolves into a plot again…. It’s recommended.

Read the full review.

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