I gave the book four stars, but I think I'm being kind. The only reason I recommend the book is for its imagry. Other than that, if you the sort who doesn't want to read the abstract, then I suggest you don't buy the book.

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A disappointing collection full of pretentious verse which on the whole expresses nothing, or at least nothing much of interest. Here and there, thankfully, there were real moment of genius, but sadly they weren't developed. Not a collection I can recommend. ( )

I would agree with the other review. Is this poetry? Is it deserving of a Pulitzer prize? It's a very quick read and I found this form of prose poetry to be less than appealing to me. I did find a few of these short story snippets enjoyable. Perhaps I'm not as familiar with Simic's work as I should be so I won't completely write this off. It's short enough to read and garner your own opinion. ( )

I started (coincidentally) reading this book around the same time I started reading Calvino's Numbers in the Dark, and while I've never seen those two names associated, some of the scenes Simic describes in his prose poems have a similar surrealistic quality, IMO. In some cases, even more surreal, for example with the piece that begins, "He held the Beast of the Apocalypse by its tail, the stupid kid!" ( )

The narratives arranged here are situated unclearly in time (there are skyscrapers but no computers or even telephones) and occasionally drift into the realm of the fabulous (characters like guardian angels and ambulating dead make appearances)—as a result the book reads something like a collection of children's tales, and it evokes a sense of wonder and potential that I recall deriving from books I read as a child. At the same time, the book is not truly "childlike"—if this is a book of "stories," it is a book of especially ambiguous, open-ended, lyrically dense stories, distinctly more rewarding to the sensibilities of adults than to those of children. I could not wish for a book with a better sense of balance. ( )