“I remember the day I stood in front of a great, famous sculpture by a great, famous sculptor and didn’t like it.” – Mary Reufle
Reading Mary Ruefle’s Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures, there’s a lot to love. It’s the kind of book that I feel at times is reading my mind, and then at other times I feel is visiting from outer space.
So much so, that when I got to the part where she mentions losing her old copy of Modern European Poetry, I went to my bookshelf and briefly contemplated sending her mine. But then I thought, “Why on earth would I part with this book?” Mine’s held together by tape. I’m sure Ruefle would not only understand, but agree with me keeping it. It’s been an important book for me. In fact, that’s one of the things I really like about Madness, Rack, and Honey. Many of the books she talks about loving are also books I love. (Except when it gets to novels. I’m not much for novels.)
–excerpted from John Gallaher’s blog, where the full review appears
