Jamie Iredell is the author of Prose. Poems. a novel. Evocative, lyrical, and alternately dreamy and corporeal, Iredell’s series of vignettes knit together and form an indelible portrait of a man bumbling into some kind of enlightenment. The Rumpus published my review of the book about two months ago. I had some questions lingering in [...]
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Interview with Jamie Iredell
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged jamie iredell, prose. poems. a novel. on February 2, 2010 | 7 Comments »
Book Chat: Prose. Poems. A Novel. by Jamie Iredell
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Denis Johnson, jamie iredell, Promise Ring, prose. poems. a novel. on November 4, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Been reading Jamie Iredell‘s Prose. Poems. A Novel. today. Wanted to talk about it with someone, so I figured I’d see if anyone else is reading/has read this one. The poetry of the prose is romantic and indulgent and perfectly ugly. I don’t know how he does it exactly, but Jamie never overwrites, while reserve [...]
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