Andrew Hudgins
Author of After the Lost War: A Narrative
About the Author
Andrew Hudgins teaches at the University of Cincinnati & lives in that city with his wife, the novelist Erin McGraw. (Bowker Author Biography)
Works by Andrew Hudgins
The Waltz He Was Born For: An Introduction to the Writing of Walt McDonald (2002) — Editor — 3 copies
Glass Hammer: Poems 1 copy
Associated Works
The Columbia Book of Civil War Poetry: From Whitman to Walcott (1994) — Contributor, some editions — 70 copies
The Invisible Ladder: An Anthology of Contemporary American Poems for Young Readers (1996) — Contributor, some editions — 58 copies
The Made Thing: An Anthology of Contemporary Southern Poetry (1987) — Contributor, some editions — 40 copies
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Common Knowledge
- Legal name
- Hudgins, Andrew Leon, Jr.
- Birthdate
- 1951-03-22
- Gender
- male
- Education
- Huntingdon College (BA|1974)
University of Alabama (MA|1976)
Syracuse University
University of Iowa (MFA|1983) - Occupations
- teacher
professor
poet
essayist
editor - Organizations
- Fellowship of Southern Writers
Texas Institute of Letters
Baylor University
Auburn University
University of Alabama
Johns Hopkins University (show all 12)
University of Cincinnati
Ohio State University
Fellowship of Southern Writers
Bread Loaf Writers' Conference
Yaddo Writers' Colony (fellow)
MacDowell Colony (fellow) - Awards and honors
- Academy of American Poets award (1984)
Frederick Bock Award (1997)
Witter Bynner Foundation Prize (1988)
Rieveschl Award (1994)
Hanes Award for Poetry (1995)
Taft Distinguished Faculty Achievement Award (show all 7)
Ohiana Poetry Award - Relationships
- McGraw, Erin (wife)
- Nationality
- USA
- Birthplace
- Killeen, Texas, USA
- Places of residence
- Upper Arlington, Ohio, USA
- Associated Place (for map)
- USA
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Reviews
I am so early still in exploring poetry. But while I find my way overall, I’m eager to look at contemporary poets, and I was attracted to this collection from Hudgins, described as humorous. Well it’s darkly humorous -- as I should have anticipated from the title and as is confirmed by a quote from Lon Chaney as the epigraph to the title poem: “The essence of true horror is a clown at midnight.” It’s a great poem -- the most memorable in this collection of 58 -- and begins:
Down show more these mean streets a bad joke walks alone,
bruised head held low, chin tucked in tight, eyes down,
defiant. He laughs and it turns to a moan.
He repeats some of those words and phrases through the rest of the poem and they echo, hauntingly.
A couple snips I especially liked in other poems, this from Swordfish:
My fingertips marveled at the silvery shimmer,
already less silver, less shimmery than when it lived.
I never again should cause flesh this beautiful
to be less beautiful, I thought.
and this from Now and Almost Now:
Under dawn light,
cars glow, and a paper,
heavy with yesterday,
reposes on the walk.
And my favorite of the collection, Night Harvest:
From my neighbor’s dark garden I harvested asparagus;
I pilfered slender spears from their feathery bed
and clipped buds of American Beauty. All spring
and into early autumn I savored a fragrance
redolent of theft. Through summer I plucked squash,
beans, and more squash from his vines.
In the yard where I watched his daughter marry,
I divided hostas by moonlight and daylilies too,
keeping half. My neighbor’s dead, the house for sale,
and after dark his garden’s mine to love and plunder.
(Review based on an advance reading copy provided by the publisher.) show less
Down show more these mean streets a bad joke walks alone,
bruised head held low, chin tucked in tight, eyes down,
defiant. He laughs and it turns to a moan.
He repeats some of those words and phrases through the rest of the poem and they echo, hauntingly.
A couple snips I especially liked in other poems, this from Swordfish:
My fingertips marveled at the silvery shimmer,
already less silver, less shimmery than when it lived.
I never again should cause flesh this beautiful
to be less beautiful, I thought.
and this from Now and Almost Now:
Under dawn light,
cars glow, and a paper,
heavy with yesterday,
reposes on the walk.
And my favorite of the collection, Night Harvest:
From my neighbor’s dark garden I harvested asparagus;
I pilfered slender spears from their feathery bed
and clipped buds of American Beauty. All spring
and into early autumn I savored a fragrance
redolent of theft. Through summer I plucked squash,
beans, and more squash from his vines.
In the yard where I watched his daughter marry,
I divided hostas by moonlight and daylilies too,
keeping half. My neighbor’s dead, the house for sale,
and after dark his garden’s mine to love and plunder.
(Review based on an advance reading copy provided by the publisher.) show less
Pleasant and genial essays on poetry and biography. There is a worthwhile, measured, but admiring essay on Frederick Goddard Tuckerman. Other essays discuss Kinnell, Jorie Graham, and animals as treated in poetry.
Mostly funny poems about horrible children, mothers, and fathers. They made me laugh in a few spots, but the same rhyme scheme throughout the vast majority of Hudgins's poems grew tiresome and tedious very quickly.
*I received a free copy of The Joker: A Memoir from Goodreads' First Reads program.
This book...is not for the easily offended. Jokes are everywhere, but there is also analysis behind the jokes and humor as a whole. Coming from a dysfunctional family, reading this book made my day!
This book...is not for the easily offended. Jokes are everywhere, but there is also analysis behind the jokes and humor as a whole. Coming from a dysfunctional family, reading this book made my day!
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