Edward Field (1) (1924–)

In some ways, this is a graceless book. It covers some of the same terrain as Edmund White's novels/memoirs, but with less of a narrative arc. And Field's prose is hardly fluid--here's hoping that his poetry is better, more artful. Although, in some ways, that's his argument: that his poetry was "natural" and free of artifice. Yes, yes. A bohemian, living for his art, taking care of his lover. The book does touch on some lesser-known personalities around the New York School years, which was show more interesting. I learned a lot about Paul Bowles and his wife--hopefully it won't prevent me from finishing Bowles's book of short stories. show less

This children's book is not really a story: there are no characters who "do" things and nothing really happens. It's better described as a beautifully illustrated description of the setting for many other Inuit tales you could read. For example, it describes the way that people can become animals, and vice versa, but doesn't actually tell any story about a specific person becoming a specific animal.
The illustrations, though, are absolutely fabulous. Colorful and impressionistic, they somehow show more manage to hearken to old, mysterious Arctic traditions while still being accessible. They make a perfect accompaniment to the fantasy/fairy-tale feeling of what you're reading. show less

Welcome to a beautiful and very old Creation story of the Inuit, translated by poet Edward Field and colorfully Illustrated by Mike Blanc. This short and lovely book would make an excellent bedtime story for children and is sure to delight them. And, I'm pretty positive the adults will enjoy this book as well. It was published on September 1, 2013 by Vanita Books. I did this review by request for NetGalley. I give this five stars for it's interesting tale, beautifully translated, and the show more brilliant illustrations. show less

I'm experimenting with poetry, just picking up collections to try, something that's easier to do with poetry than novels. 72 pages in and I'm not interested. The fellow is too self-centered, and the language fails to enchant.