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Maura Dooley's Life Under Water

Just a quick post to point anyone interested towards this week's TLS, March 20 2009 (No 5529), which includes my review of Maura Dooley's T.S. Eliot shortlisted Bloodaxe collection, Life Under Water.


Sheila said…
This week's TLS hasn't arrived but on the strength of your recommendation I looked up Maura Dooley and listened to her read two of her poems, found an interview and ordered a copy of Life Under Water. Thanks for the lead. I look forward to your review.
Ben Wilkinson said…
Hi Mairi - welcome to the Wasteland. Just popped across to your secret poems in the TLS blog; looks interesting and I'll be sure to visit again.

But I hope I haven't mislead you re Life Under Water: I do happen to think it's a pretty good collection in parts, but my review isn't entirely praising, and so I wasn't recommending the book as such. But I do hope you enjoy it, and would perhaps suggest Dooley's Sound Barrier: Poems 1982-2002 as a good selection of her poetry to date.
Anonymous said…
Hi Mairi

I wouldn't worry - Life under Water is a brilliant collection of poems and you will be glad you bought it
Sheila said…
The TLS arrived this afternoon. I'm not sure I would have rushed off and bought Dooley's book if I'd just read the review but your comments here made me look her up and I was taken by her reading of a couple of her pieces. So I'm not sorry I ordered it. Your remark about expanding one's thematic range was particuarly interesting to me. That's sort of the point of my blog, diregarding the conceit about the secret poems. Taking departure points from whatever catches my eye in the TLS forces me to deal with things I might not have chosen if I was just waiting around for inspiration to strike. I'm glad I came across both your blog and your work.
Ben Wilkinson said…
Glad to hear it Mairi. As I say, I do think it's a good collection in many respects, and I hope this comes across in the review; I guess what I'm saying is that I don't quite like it enough to want to try and persuade someone to buy it. But then that's only my own little opinion.

Many thanks for your comments, anyhow; I do hope you'll pop back to my scruffy corner of the net again sometime, should you be so inclined. Happy reading.
Sheila said…
Just to say I took a phrase from your review for one of my poems and aded a link to your site. Maybe you already know that. Maybe the blog gods tell you thinks like that.

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