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When a new book of poems makes front-page headlines on both sides of the Atlantic, chances are that the reason for such a hubbub lies somewhere outside the realm of aesthetic appreciation. That is certainly the case with Ted Hughes' Birthday Letters (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 198 pages; $20). Although Hughes, 67, Britain's poet laureate since 1984, commands a wide and respectful audience among readers of serious contemporary poetry, the appearances of his books have not, until now, been stop-the-presses affairs. What makes Birthday Letters different is its subject matter: Hughes' poetic meditations on his marriage with...
...greatness their subsequent work did not approach. For others, it's just a very prestigious distraction. Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska, the 1996 laureate, complained that the prize destroyed her cherished privacy by turning her into an "official person." According to Jonathan Galassi, editor in chief of Farrar, Straus and Giroux (Gordimer's and Walcott's publisher), the prize can "inundate" a writer. "People," he says, "want a piece of your ass even more than they did before...
...hopeless, lifelong drunk), is dead in middle age. His funeral is just over, and his friends and family have gathered at a quiet bar in the Bronx to forgive his ghost and congratulate his widow. So Alice McDermott sets down at the outset of Charming Billy (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 280 pages; $22), a rueful shrug of a novel whose strong, shrewd opening pages should be taught in college writing classes...
...this on Sullivan's Island--just beach homes and speedboats bobbing in the sun. "The reason people are afraid to talk about slavery is the terrible truth of someplace like this," says Ball. He learned of the pest houses while writing Slaves in the Family (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; $30), his chronicle of his slave-owning family and the blacks they held. "Look at this," he sighs. "The story has absolutely been erased...
...merely a limited, self-absorbed woman. But in book after book (notably a brilliant, tormented novel, The Autobiography of My Mother), Kincaid displays the wounds of her unhappy childhood as a poor, bookish black girl in Antigua. Her new volume, an irritating navel contemplation titled My Brother (Farrar, Straus & Giroux; 198 pages; $19), repeats the pattern of familiar, well-written complaint. (Opinions differ; in what appears to be a makeup call for earlier, fresher books overlooked, My Brother has been nominated for a National Book Award...