"Our great sage (no—our strange, snow-covered sage) of the imagination claims on page 17 that she’s not “what is called / a woman of imagination.” Fine, Mary. If you insist on sitting in the corner with that cone your head, hating your poems, we will not stop you. Your view of us is better from there anyway and you are (always) watching. What are you whispering now? Can we tune in? You left a book open in the rain (again), and its lines are running down the street, useless and important. Dear Mary, 'O beautiful thou art / in spite of thy Great Naughtiness.'"
Longlisted for the 2019 National Book Awards
Through her many projects across numerous genres, Mary Ruefle has proven herself a singular artist, drawing many fans from around the world to her unique vision. With Dunce she returns to the practice that has always been at her core: the making of poems. With her startlingly fresh sensibility, she enraptures us in poem after poem by the intensity of her attention, with the imaginative flourishes of her being-in-the-world, which is always deep with mysteries, unexpected appearances, and abiding yearning.