Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Thanks to poet Charlotte Innes--

Here's a vignette for my forthcoming long poem Thaliad
(Montreal: Phoenicia Publishing, 11/2012.)  Artwork by
Clive Hicks-Jenkins. Book design by Beth Adams,
with many surprises to come.

Thanks to poet Charlotte Innes for writing about A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage on Eratosphere, facebook, and Amazon. And what is more surprising is that each passage is a little different to fit the audience. Trust a writer! Here's one:

5.0 out of 5 stars An Absolute Classic!June 26, 2012
By Charlotte Innes 
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This review is from: A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage (Hardcover)
I have just finished reading Marly Youmans' most recent novel, "A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage," and I encourage all lovers of good fiction to pick this up for a really special reading treat. As someone who has long written reviews professionally (many newspapers, including the Los Angeles Times, The Nation, and other periodicals), and who now begins most novels with a touch of skepticism, I was bowled over from the start by Marly Youmans' book. Her pacing, character sketching, and most of all her language is absolutely remarkable. Youmans' other life as a poet is really on show here. But the story is also moving, and the pacing good. The main character, a boy called Pip, is utterly convincing; in fact, he reminds me of many students I have taught over the years. And all the detail about Pip's travels (and travails!) as a hobo in depression-era America feels completely authentic. A gripping and moving story.

Read a sample at Scribd 
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  1. I am so warmed by all of this love your book and you are getting Marly. It's about time!

  2. Oh, I think I still am under the invisibility cloak, but there's a bit of slippage! At any rate, a lot of writers have noticed it, and I'm very grateful for their interest and care.


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.