Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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A POETRY BOOK SOCIETY RECOMMENDATION
I could not be held responsible
for desire
he could not be held at all
Tracking the joys and pains of the path through addiction, and wrestling with desire, inheritance and faith, Calling a Wolf a Wolf is the darkly sumptuous debut from award-winning poet Kaveh Akbar. These are powerful, intimate poems of thirst: for alcohol, for other bodies, for knowledge and for life.
'The struggle from late youth on, with and without God, agony, narcotics and love, is a torment rarely recorded with such sustained eloquence and passion as you will find in this collection'
FANNY HOWE
'Compelling . . . strange . . . always beautiful'
ROXANE GAY, AUTHOR OF BAD FEMINIST AND HUNGER
'Truly brilliant'
JOHN GREEN, AUTHOR OF THE FAULT IN OUR STARS
'A breathtaking addition to the canon of addiction literature'
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"Regarding loss, I'm afraid/ to keep it in the story,/ worried what I might bring back to life," writes Akbar as he opens his much-anticipated debut collection. Though loss infuses the Divedapper founder and editor's work, he animates myriad human struggles addiction, estrangement from one's body and language, faith and its absence with empathy, intimacy, and expansive vision. These poems define life as an act of faith; "so much/ of being alive is breaking," yet we choose to go on. Addressing God, he pleads: "Do you not know how scary// it can get here?" Discussing embodiment, Akbar writes that "everyone/ looks uglier naked or at least/ I do," while elsewhere exalting the body and its complex wants as "a mosque borrowed from Heaven." A breathtaking addition to the canon of addiction literature, Akbar's poetry confronts the pain and joy in denying oneself for the sake of oneself. He suggests redemption without ignoring the violence that attends it: "it's never too late to become/ a new thing, to rip the fur// from your face and dive/ dimplefirst into the strange." Akbar's poems offer readers, religious or not, a way to cultivate faith in times of deepest fear: "it is not God but the flower behind God I treasure."
