Praise for THE BOOK OF THE RED KING
"Youmans (@marlyyoumans), who lives in upstate New York, has just published a stunning collection of poems that comprise “The Book Of The Red King" --"The Book Of The Red King’ a stunning collection of poems" | via Biblio File, from Dan Barnett, Book Columnist, Chico Enterprise-Record, 18 July 2019 (California)
Marly Youmans is brilliant, perhaps a genius. Her poems tell a story, offering us a vision of, well, I would say the Trinity, but that is only one possible interpretation. After a difficult and sometimes dangerous journey, a Red King, a Fool, and Precious Wentletrap converge into one, a resurrection that is heavenly. Is it true, or is it fable or fairytale? "When I want to write a new book," she has said, "I run across the land and leap off the edge of the known world." Her formal poems are impeccable and include sestinas, villanelles, rondels, rhyming schemes she may have invented, and perfect metrical patterns. Every poet can learn from this poet, and the reader—the reader will be spellbound.
--Kelly Cherry, poet, novelist, and former Poet Laureate of Virginia (Virginia)
...the production is handsome, elegant and surprising. Mr. Hicks-Jenkins has done a grand job; his images and designs are in classy harmony with the spirit of the poems...
I have from line to line enjoyed and admired it unflaggingly. For it is as if I traversed a long gallery of separate dramatic moments: stately, antic, thoughtful, gay, gravid, artful, decorative, spontaneous, ritualized, reverent, satiric, learned and almost always to some degree playful. At times I thought, This book is the product of a metaphysician writing a series of comedy sketches. At other times, This is what happens when Pierrot philosophizes as a culture critic.
When I say "decorative" I mean no disrespect. For me Wallace Stevens is a decorative poet but supremely serious also and I might say the same of the paintings of Paul Klee. A lightsome approach can be most revealing--when it is rendered by a deft and practiced hand.
...maybe you can gather some estimate of my admiration and towering respect. This many-colored Paean to Imagination is unmatchable.
--Fred Chappell, much-lauded poet and novelist, former Poet Laureate of North Carolina, winner of the T.S. Eliot Prize, the Bollingen Award, the best foreign book prize of the Academie Française, etc. (North Carolina)
I have followed the writers because I enjoy the pursuit, but they are no help, in the sense that they do not explain the poems, no more than following the motifs of snow, mirrors, stars, games, leaves, or many others from poem to poem. Stated plainly, they look so simple, but Youmans creates such complex patterns with them, or perhaps she scatters them about like seeds so her readers can create their own patterns. I have noticed that readers have been reluctant to quickly interpret The Book of the Red King. See Scott Bailey’s piece, please, or Fred Chappell’s metaphor of the book as “a mystical, metaphysical board game.” It is a game with a large number of pieces.
...The Book of the Red King seems to me like a major work, if that is a term anyone still uses in the context of poetry.
--Wuthering Expectations, 3 February 2020
And, this past November, from a strong compulsion to find beauty in the midst of my chaotic schedule, I picked up Marly Youmans’s The Book of the Red King. I knew Youmans as a novelist, and her poetry collection shows her narrative flair. These poems switch perspectives between the Fool and the Red King, playing our ways of imagining foolishness, kingliness (“What does it mean to be a king?”), and God. The two characters play icons to one another. In the opening poem, the Red King calls out to the Fool, “My brother and my self, / My mirror, the crack inside my heart!” Reading these stories, one feels caught up in a love story, one that transcends time and space and place and all the limits of this world. There is such beauty in these verses and such fantasy, like strolling through a Chagall painting. In the title poem, the poet questions the book itself, the source of its existence:
And why is this the book of the Red King
When it was plainly written by a fool?
. . . The Fool has done nothing to earnt he book.
The Fool was given a gift, and that is all.
The poet asks the questions that we all ask of ourselves and of our own stories. To read this book is to not simply experience your life as a narrative but also as a poem.
--Jessica Hooten Wilson, author, winner of the 2019 Hiett Award in the Humanities, from "The Recommendation of an Avid Reader" in Fathom
There are books which teach us how to read them. On the writer’s part, there must be sufficient promise to make us patient; on our part, there must be a willingness to wander, to accept a degree of unknowing. This book-long sequence of poems offers just such an exchange, and you will be well rewarded if you’re ready to make that bargain. One clue: Instead of starting with the first poem, “The Starry Fool,” turn to page 17 and read “The Millet Seed” (which concludes on p. 18); then go to the beginning. Of course, there are many other paths you could take! And I haven’t even mentioned the magnificent illustrations by Clive Hicks-Jenkins.
--John Wilson, "A Year of Reading: 2019" in First Things
The Book of the Red King by Marly Youmans is an ambitious, magical book about the nature of power and language. The Red King and the Fool, while they control different realms, make us consider whether it is better to rule on earth or in one’s imagination. In these gorgeous poems, Youmans makes the case for both. Whatever side we take, Youmans reminds us of the paradox in each. Even if we side with the Fool in this world of “hurt joy,” we are left with the realm of poetry. It is not a bad trade. For those who love well-formed poems and for those who love fantasy, this is a must-read and a distinctive, evocative voice. There is no one like Marly Youmans.
--Kim Bridgford, celebrated poet, editor, and director of the global conference, Poetry by the Sea (Pennsylvania)
--A. M. Juster, award-winning poet and translator (Massachusetts)
Because Youmans always writes on a number of levels at once, this essay can only seem to diminish Youmans' artistry by so poorly describing it. I know that poetry has, even at the best of times, a limited audience, but The Book of the Red King deserves readers, and plucky Phoenicia Publishing deserves a reward for being brave enough to market collections that require thoughtful readers. A good deal of current American poetry is merely angry, woke, political, and shallow; or else it's merely pretty, saccharine, and shallow. And while Youmans' book could serve as a text for a contemporary course on the uses of beauty and empathy, she writes for the ages, which I think is in the long run a better idea. I don't know why Marly Youmans isn't much better known, for both her poetry and her novels. She always taps into the substrata of art and life.
--Scott G. F. Bailey, novelist, in "the coming night with its dying-deep but dazzling darkness" at Six Words for a Hat (Oregon)
...the most dazzling poems... She's a fairly formal poet. She works a lot in traditional forms or in her own forms that are really shaped by traditional forms. But she has her new book that's out right now; it's called The Book of the Red King, and it's almost like--it's not like straight narrative, but it's like a fairy tale in poems with these fairy tale characters, and this just unbelievably rich, beautiful language. Some of her phrases just take the top of my head off.
--Sally Thomas, poet, transcribed from The Literary Life Podcast, Episode 24 (North Carolina)
I've read the Book of the Red King, and reread. I've read a lot of poetry, but never such a feast of pure, sheer imagination, such a wealth of lush imagery. You seem endlessly, I mean endlessly resourceful! The Red King & The Fool are fine creations, deftly interwoven with each other.
--Raymond Oliver, poet, translator, retired UC-Berkeley professor, from correspondence / by permission (California)
This poetry collection by Marly Youmans is simply one of the most beautiful and haunting books I have read in a long time. Both a narrative collection and a series of loosely related "shards" as the author calls them, it is an initiatory travel on the lands of a mysterious and sometimes ominous Red King. We follow figures, such as The Fool, who could be the Tarot card itself, who wander not entirely aimlessly in astounding landscapes filled with wonder, delights and... danger. I cannot recommend this collection enough to all who appreciate symbolism and narrative poetry at their best. If you heard of "Le Roman de la Rose", this is definitely for you.
PS: Forgot to mention that the illustrations by Clive Hicks-Jenkins are a treat to the eye and match the text perfectly.
--Seb Doubinsky, novelist and poet (Denmark)
With The Book of the Red King Marly Youmans adds to her illustrious shelf of magical characters and beings who move in and out of our consciousness into a reality here and yet. The Fool has his Beatrice in the Precious Wentletrap, his Christ in the Red King, and his troubled-out wisdoms of Self in one brilliant tour-de-force of formal song and felicitous language and story-telling. How does she do it? Her genius is of the moss bound mounds where fairy folk live, and in the Fool’s Don Quixotic travels through dream, landscape, desire, fantasy, and actualization into L-O-V-E. Only Marly Youmans can write as if she were the One True Apprentice to Merlin, Malory, Dusany, and Morris and yet so deliciously modernly that Helen Adam and Le Guin gasp and rise up to embrace her lovely bones from their dusty venerated graves. She utters words and images long thought spent and makes them new, shiny, and bright (and so many that most of us have never heard or read), while also summoning new words and contemporary ones as if they were from some venerated and exalted antique linqua franca. Other-wordly-worldly. One comes to a Marly work when she is in her fantasy domain with the wild-eyed wonder of a child, and the keen candor of the Seeker. She never fails either the child or the adult among her readers. Thank you Beth Adams for publishing this fabulous book.
--Jeffery Beam, poet and musical collaborator (North Carolina)