Skloot's reputation for quiet warmth and mellifluous rhymeson display in poems about his elderly parents, his growing (now grown) daughter and the green slopes and rivers of his rural Oregonare peculiarly hard-won clarities: during the late 1980s, in the same years that his verse first gained some fame, a rare virus attacked his brain. Ever since, Skloot has suffered fromand described, in poems and a memoir, The Shadow of Memorycognitive and mnemonic impairments that interfere with his daily life. Skloot's demotic language and his focus on pathos will remind some readers of William Stafford, others of former laureate Ted Kooser, as when, over bowls of soup, steam... rose like the past made whole. As this cull from Skloot's five earlier volumes moves from the first (1994's Music Appreciation) to 2005's Approximately Paradise, the proportion of such lyric moments slowly recedes. Instead, the poems develop an increasing focus on the end of life: a startling diptych shows Skloot's ailing mother, while other pages depict writers, artists and composers, each one glimpsed near his death: Freud in London, Maurice Ravel with aphasia and the French composer Couperin deep in the brief coda of his years. (Apr.) Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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