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And So

Joel Brouwer

 

Joel Brouwer’s And So is a cynical yet energetic study of the ways we account for the lives we lead.
“Which you are you?” one poem asks, while another surprises itself by switching from third-person to
first-person: “but what am I doing in here.” Another relates an anecdote about reality, representation,
and anecdotes themselves: “When someone told Picasso his portrait/ of Stein did not look like her, he
said It will. When someone told Picasso that Stein did/ not look like her portrait, he said She will./ The
story has been told both ways. Which is/ itself another story.”

And So, Brouwer’s third collection (following Exactly What Happened and Centuries), watches lovers and
strangers coupling and recoiling, and marks the moment of coitus as one which separates as much
as it unites. Original and exact similes (“The puppy sniffs the dry, leaf-choked gutter/ like a bored
sommelier”) lend texture as Brouwer’s evocatively-portrayed characters—so often you and I—are
caught up by the need to tell their stories and the responsibility to accept them, “already masters of our
narratives/ and their every potential variation, violation, and volition.”

These stories enact Aristotle’s understanding of tragedy, in which anagnorisis (unexpected recognition),
hamartia (an error in judgment), and peripeteia (a sudden reversal) take place not on the stage but in
our daily lives, where a young wife is “told/ by the orange juice carton’s cap that she is/ not a winner.”
Brouwer’s deft line breaks allow events and their consequences (or lack of them) to fall down the page
with equal inevitability and unease. As “Peripeteia in a Soggy Snapshot, Featuring Lines by Ashbery
and Pronoun Confusion” suggests, we are not always the protagonists of own lives, or of anyone else’s:
“One thing is for sure: we have come/ to resemble them, but they no longer do.”

Book-ended by poems which address what knowledge, if any, “the poem can now report,” And So
ponders how we narrate our lives to each other and to ourselves: “We wouldn’t know until the snapshots
came back/ how beautiful we’d been. How the next motel/ would later loom into view unique […] How
each/ and every next would always be before.” At stake here is not only Shakespeare’s paradox of truthtelling
(“When my love swears that she is made of truth,/ I do believe her though I know she lies,”
Sonnet 138), or Emily Dickinson’s “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—.” Brouwer’s masterful book, with
its poignant lacunae and recurrences, offers an unstinting look at how separate our lives together are.

About the Author


  • “And So is a wonderfully strange book” —Matthea Harvey
  • “These poems hold on for dear life to the observed and imagined world, no matter how abandoned.” —Jean Valentine
  • "Unpredictable, articulate and sad, Brouwer's verse-portraits, lyrical episodes and well-framed memories begin 'among the starry refineries/ and cattail ditches of New Jersey.' But the poet, we learn, will never feel at home—not in New York, Paris, South Dakota and certainly not in the bitterly troubled, and perhaps doomed, romance whose vicissitudes hold together this thoughtful third collection. In unrhymed couplets and casual free verse, brusque fragments make sharp contrasts with elaborate sentences. Known as much for his criticism and reviewing as for his earlier poems and prose poems, Brouwer uses his deft sense of literary history to delightful effect: he calls one poem 'Peripetia in a Soggy Snapshot, Featuring Lines by Ashbery and Pronoun Confusion.' Yet the poem itself becomes a dejected meditation on an old honeymoon, as Brouwer (Centuries) pursues the dejection at the end of any joy, the fragility of any relationship: 'Are you the you who sparked your love down dark/ wires toward me/ Is a money order/ tunneling the prairie between us?... How thin is the ice on the river tonight?' Brouwer sounds almost afraid to say what his answers would be." —Publishers Weekly(Mar.)

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