Read My Private Property Online Free - Author of Madness, Rack, and Honey ("One of the wisest books I've read in years," according to the New York Times) and Trances of the Blast, Mary Ruefle continues to be one of the most dazzling poets in America. My Private Property, comprised of short prose pieces, is a brilliant and charming display of her humor, deep imagination, mindfulness, and play in a finely crafted edition.
When I was young, a fortune-teller told me that an old woman who wanted to die had accidentally become lodged in my body. Slowly, over time, and taking great care in following esoteric instructions, including lavender baths and the ritual burial of keys in the backyard, I rid myself of her presence. Now I am an old woman who wants to die and lodged inside me is a young woman dying to live; I work on her.
Mary Ruefle is the author of Trances of the Blast; Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures, a finalist for the 2013 National Book Critics Circle Award in criticism; and Selected Poems, winner of the William Carlos Williams Award. She has published ten other books of poetry, a book of prose (The Most of It), and a comic book, Go Home and Go to Bed!; she is also an erasure artist whose treatments of nineteenth-century texts have been exhibited in museums and galleries as well as published in the book A Little White Shadow. Ruefle is the recipient of numerous honors, including an Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, a Guggenheim fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, and a Whiting Award. She lives in Bennington, Vermont and teaches in the MFA program at Vermont College.
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September 21, 2017
Beautiful and jaw-dropping, like all of MF's work. Knocked a star off because it's slim and has a few weaker sections; would start elsewhere with her, but this is wonderful.
September 17, 2016
I've read bits and pieces of Ruefle before but this is my first whole book experience and I was won over quick. These are tightly-crafted, wise, and funny poem-essays on various subjects, ranging from Christmas trees to menopause (sadness, salted milkshakes, and shrunken heads are also brought to...
September 10, 2016
Another great collection from Mary Ruefle, one of my favorite poets. It's interesting to see her working in blocks of prose—I think it's a great stylistic move for this collection in particular. And while I couldn't always jive with the "color of sadness" pieces woven throughout, the remaining pi...
August 08, 2016
The mind of Mary Ruefle is mesmerizing.
February 06, 2017
It is a blessing that I discovered Mary Ruefle three years ago, in the poetry section of my local library. She doesn't write the way others write, and she's strange and fascinating, and one of the only writers I'd like to read over and over again.
January 18, 2017
This is a fast-paced collection of some of Ruefle's most recently published work, along with little essay fragments on sadness and in scene. I realized I had read many of the longer pieces before ("Pause", "My Private Property") which rang as a weird kind of bell when I got to them again, but the...
April 06, 2017
Mary Ruefle keeps surprising the reader with strange and often wonderful images. They are often ordinary things or a few pages on shrunken heads. The Library of Congress assures us that these are poetry, perhaps because she has published many volumes of poetry; these clearly are short essays. She...
April 11, 2017
"Of course in the meantime you have destroyed your life and it has to be completely remade and there is a great deal of grief and regret and nostalgia and all of that, but even so you are free, free to sit on the bank and throw stones..."
February 20, 2017
The whole book is worth the purchase price for the essay "Pause." But maybe not if you aren't a fifty-something woman.
April 30, 2017
First of all, the title essay is about shrunken heads. That should be enough to be at least intrigued by this. If that doesn't do it for you, this is my favorite thing I've read in awhile. Lyrical essays or prose poems, these vignettes are gorgeous. What do the various colors of sadness mean? Whe...