Calling a Wolf a Wolf, Paperback/Kaveh Akbar

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``In 'Heritage, ' a fierce poem dedicated to an Iranian woman executed for killing the man attempting to rape her, award-winning poet Akbar proclaims, 'in books love can be war-ending/...in life we hold love up to the light/ to marvel at its impotence.' Yet if real-life love is disappointing ('The things I've thought I've loved/ could sink an ocean liner'), Akbar proves what books can do in his exceptional debut, which brings us along on his struggle with addiction, a dangerous comfort and soul-eating monster he addresses boldly ('thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs'). His work stands out among literature on the subject for a refreshingly unshowy honesty; Akbar runs full tilt emotionally but is never self-indulgent. These poems find the speaker poised between life's clatter and rattle, wanting to retreat ('so much/ of being alive is breaking') yet hungering for more ('I'm told what seems like joy/ is often joy'). Indeed, despite his acknowledged disillusion and his failings ('my whole life I answered every cry for help with a pour'), he has loved, and an electric current runs through the collection that keeps reader and writer going. VERDICT Excellent work from an important new poet.`` --Barbara Hoffert, Library Journal, STARRED review ``Akbar has what every poet needs: the power to make, from emotions that others have felt, memorable language that nobody has assembled before.`` --Steph Burt, The Yale Review ``John Berryman and James Wright (and his son Franz Wright) haunt Calling a Wolf a Wolf, but Akbar also has a voice so distinctly his--tinted in old Persian, dipped in modern American, ancient and millennial, addict and ascetic, animal and more animal. In the end, nothing brings man--human or man--down to Earth more than the kingdom of flora and fauna.`` --Porochista Khakpour, Virginia Quarterly Review ``Kaveh Akbar has evolved a poetics that (often) suggests the infinite within each object, gesture, event. The smallest thing in these poems