Title: the meaty bed of royalty
Product review: I have read all four of Wenderoth's books (small press publication _The Endearment_ is not available on amazon.com) and this is the one whose words come back to me most often and in the most unlikely places: on an airplane waiting to land, in the swimming pool wanting to stay away from land, driving along a piney curve of Hwy 49 in the Sierra Nevada foothills, floating amid bubbles in the jacuzzi, or sitting quite bubbleless at the office desk. _Letters_ is a brilliant achievement, and yet the poet's future work will surpass it, because he is a writer who continually evolves and stretches language in unusual, alarming ways. This work allows me to imagine myself prone on "the meaty bed of royalty," lying there until I am arrested. _Letters to Wendy's_ is not in fact poetry but a short novel: an invention in both subject and form. Read it or weep.
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