Matter

by Dan Brown

Book Overview

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• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0964758113
• ISBN13: 9780964758117
• Release Date: March 1996
• Publisher: Crosstown Books
• Length: 53 Pages
• Weight: 0.30 lbs.

Customer Reviews

Great poetry. This book was published a long time before the DaVinci Dan Brown published his success

I truly enjoyed Dan Brown's poetry and can highly recommend the book. Obviously, this Dan Brown is not the DaVinci Code Dan Brown but he is not a scam artist either. Just read the publishing dates for the various Dan Brown titles and you will find that this collection of poems was published in 1996. The fact that Dan Brown calls himself Dan Brown should mainly be blamed on his parents if there is anyone to blame. To bad Dan the poet man has not produced anything else as of yet. Hopefully all of this attention will make him re-evaluate his true talents.

Good Poetry! So What if There's Some Name Confusion!

MATTER by Dan Brown is a fine group of poems definitely worth checking out. For obvious reasons, there not much in the way of conspiracies, etc. Author Confusion? As old as the hills. Check the 2 John MacDonalds, one became Ross. Or better, two Winston Churchills, near contempararies, one a best selling Civil War Historical Romance author, the other even more famous one,added his middle initial "S" to avoid confusion. Read about their meeting in WSC's Classic "My Early Life"!

Matter

A real discovery! I'm not a poetry person, but I LOVED this book. Some of the poems made me laugh out loud, some are quite profound--but even the funny ones aren't JUST funny; they also touch on larger human truths. Most of the poems are rhymed and metered, but still have a light, conversational style. See the poem about the receptionist in the review below and you'll see what I mean!

...but GOOD poems.

Yes this is a book of poems--not a thriller--but they're excellent; a little like Frost. Here's one I particularly like:On Being Asked by Our Receptionist if I Liked the Flowers"What flowers?" I said. "These flowers," she said,Gesturing leftward with her head,And there it was: a vase of flowersThat hadn't graced that fort of hersThe day before. Did I say a vase?All of an urn is what it was:Capacious home to a bursting sunOf thirty lilies if to one.A splendor I'd have seen for sure,If less employed in seeing her.If you like this one, you'll probably like others.