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The second book in Norris's travel trilogy is an unsettling novel-in-verse about the deficiencies of love amid clashing cultures.
A propos de l'auteur
Ken Norris was born in New York City in 1951. He emigrated to Canada in the early seventies, where he quickly became one of the infamous Vehicule Poets, essential in helping to develop and maintain a particular style of Anglo-poetry in Montreal.
One of Canada's most prolific poets, Ken Norris has always given his readers subtly capricious and edgy poetry that reveals unanticipated possibilities and explores new horizons. He is the author of two dozen books and chapbooks of poetry, and is the editor of eight anthologies of poetry and poetics. His work has been widely anthologized in Canada and throughout the English-speaking world, as well as published in translation in France, Belgium, Israel and China. Quebec poet Pierre Des Ruisseaux has translated two of his books into French, La route des limbes (Limbo Road, Écrits des Forges) and Hotel Montréal (Éditions du Noroît).
Norris teaches Canadian literature and creative writing at the University of Maine. He divides his time between Canada, the United States and Asia.
Résumé
Composed like a dark novel-in-verse, Dominican Moon is the second book in Ken Norris’s travel trilogy. With Dante as his guide, he leaves behind the predominantly European terrain of the first book in this series, Limbo Road, and finds himself in the “terra incognita” of the Caribbean Sea.
On his own contemporary voyage of discovery of the island of Hispaniola, the “new world” Columbus discovered in 1492, Norris encounters seductive lovers and moon-haunted tropical nights, dark Dominican rum and winter baseball, sugar cane fields and “the city of shortstops.”
At the heart of the book is an unsettling story of the deficiencies of love—of a perhaps not so divine comedy of those who didn’t love enough—steeped in a clash of cultures wherein the third world willingly, even perversely, offers itself up as a farm-team for the first, fuelled by the cataclysm of that other third world export, cocaine.
