The Best Man That Ever Was (P)

    Given its imaginative risk and experiemental daring, perhaps the most remarkable thing about Annie Frued's poetry is its effortless success: these wise, funny, sly, erotic and lightning-witted poems all find their marks with unerring accuracy. From the disturbing dramatic monologue of the title poem, through love poems of great worldly tenderness, to a soliloquy from the inventor of the individual fruit pie-the reader is both challenged and entertained from first to last. The Best Man That Ever Was announces one of the most startlingly original poets to have emerged in recent years.

- The Things We Do
- I Was the Manager of the Nipple Erectors
- To a Coat-Stand
- A Scotch Egg
- It's Not That You Can't Have Beautiful Things or Have Dreams
- To Have Longer Periods of Light One has to Go North
- A Voids Officer Achieves the Tree Pose
- The Inventor of the Individual Fruit Pie
- Like What you Get When You Play it Backwards,
- The Villa

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